Thalassa had an odd feeling that gave her butterflies in her gizzard. She felt like she was being watched, like something was about to happen. Making matters worse, she heard rumbling in the trees. She screeched a loud, shrill call, hoping that whatever it was would show itself. The branches rattled, and some fell. A particularly large branch fell, and the crash echoed through the vast forest. Thalassa panicked and flew to a different tree, looking back at where she heard the noise. She saw nothing, only twigs and broken branches scattered across the ground.