It's a bird! It's a plane! It's the Grox! 2

After a long day of taking care of her brother and sister, Seema was ready to kick back and relax. But before she did, she wanted to ask Calorg some questions. The Old One was crazy but he was patient and kind. She knew that he would relish in the fact that a yearling- a Paporlos that was almost grown!- would ask him about the Flier.
So as soon as she could, Seema escaped and ran to Calorg. "Calorg!" she called out.
She saw the old one raise his head. "Ah, yes, Seema," he said. "I'm very pleased to see you today." He had creepy eyes. They were so pale silver that they were almost white. Seema had been scared of him when she was little.
"Can... can you tell me about the Flier?" Seema began awkwardly. She rushed on. "Did you see the animals on it?"
A dreamy look came into Calorg's eyes and he nodded. "I did, Seema. Just barely. I saw two long ears and a glinting eye. That was all. There were two eyes, I guess, but I only saw one- and just a glimpse, mind you. But they looked intelligent." He sighed. "That was back when I was young, four years ago. Now I'm old and soon I'll be gone. But every day I think about the Flier and the strange thibgs on it. They weren't animals, Seema. They were something much more." Calorg folded one gray-white paw over the other. "Do you have another question, my dear Seema?"
"Do you think they might come back?" Seema blurted. Calorg studdied her with one eye. "Come back? Perhaps. I don't know. I may know a lot of things, but I'm completely ignorant when it comes to the Flier. Those beasts do as they please."
That didn't ease Seema's mind, but she said "Thank you" anyways, just to be polite. After all, she was tired from watching the little ones. They were always a pawful. Yes, that was it. She could think more about this once she had slept.

That night, a loud noise woke Seema. She rushed from under her den and looked into the dark sky. Pure horror overwhelmed her as she recognized it from Calorg's stories.
It was the Flier.