Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180530232950

As before, Tirush makes a touch landing, setting Jorge into the softest tussock she can find to compensate for the somewhat rough drop, before pumping once and landing heavily nearby. She gives her wings a small shake before tucking them in, the velvety folds rustling as she straightens them.

"I have not seen him," she mutters, "And this is not a good thing.  He is either hungry or he is weary.  If he is hungry, he may turn on us.  If he is weary, we will be short a warrior in the time ahead.  I do not care should he fall, but that we should have to fight the beasts that he then cannot."

Turning, she steps atop the stump of a huge tree, her talons making the climb as effortless as climbing stairs. She perches, her tail dropping behind her, crouching where she can survey the group comfortably.