Fright night

Mortis and Hika reached the base of the hallow just as an eerie cry cawed through the night. He hurriedly ushered Hika inside the hallowed tree and followed him in. Huddling close to the white wolf in the cramped quarters. His wings for once were forced to be held tightly to his sides, with no room to spread them. Finding a rotten piece of wood near his paws, Mortis jammed it in the opening, blocking out much of the view outside. The whites of his eyes visible as he looked to Hika. What had made that noise?

The mist had well risen by now, and beneath the blanket of it he could barely see in front of his nose. He could see the glimmer of Hikas white, and he pulled the other boy closer to him. Holding on to his friend as he felt thr combination of both their quickly beating hearts. As they clung there he heard a scampering outside like the sound of beating paws racing tbrough the forest floor. He never remembered Auster being to scary, he had never seen anything like it. What was going on?