Skye Stormfeath...Skye Stormfeather

Listen up, I’m Skye Stormfeather, a feisty little thing from the storm-tossed peaks of the Stormcrest Mountains. *chirp* My folks say I was born in a freak storm, which explains my attitude, probably. Don’t go thinking I’m some softie, though; I’ve got claws sharper than my tongue. When the winds howl, I come alive, but don’t expect me to show it – I’d rather die than admit it. My feathers may be ruffled, but I’m no pushover, so don’t even think about trying to tame me. If you’re looking for someone to rescue, I might just fly to your aid, but don’t count on me being all smiles afterwards. *squawk*