"Ashka? I'm sorry, I don't know anyone by that name. Was she in the village with you before the attack? Because if she was and isn't with us now then... Well... Um, what is your name?"
Fearig's bird was still on the ground when the cry came again, much closer. Storm clouds were gathering, with great forks of lightning bursting out and they were being pelted with a torrential rain. Finally, the long, echoing cry stopped, and there was brief silence but for the rain. Then, Zekrom burst through the trees. It picked up the last Unfezant as the starters leapt off it, and crushed it. A sickening crunching sound rang out. "Turn around, we must help them shouted Gladar, but the Unfezants were too terrified to listen. They shot on, out of the valley, and Zekrom disappeared from sight. Here, the tempest petered to a light rain, which eventually stopped. Total silence fell.