The clouds darken and thicken, shimmers of lightning rolling over their surface. Is it builds, it gradually takes the shape of a great bird, its wings spread across the sky like the body of the storm itself. Thunder booms and electricity crackles. The canopy of the tree is overtaken by the body of this great creature, concealed in shifting black cloud.

The Thunder Bird has revealed itself - but it does not yet strike.

Instead, it's giant avian eyes observe the group from above, peering through their shields. It holds its position as the tree's guardian, the power of the storm at its wingtips.