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Stirred from his slumber, Caster puffs up his chest feathers and stretches his beak then each of his wings. The imagery of the dark-plumed hawk tearing at the clothes in the Andoran's wardrobe flood into Phedron's mind. "You waken me in the time of the stars. Are there more dogmen?" He doesn't wait for an answer, allowing his indignation to flood along the bond he shares with the half-elf wizard. But he does burst forth from within the back of a wagon where he'd set up his roost.

Taking wing in the night air, Caster looks little more than a flying pattern of black amid the backdrop of stars.

Perception: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (14) + 14 = 28

The hawk wheels about the area north of the camp and sweeps westward and then back to Phedron's position where he stands warily with Beckett. "Many eyes from the hills. Close, watching, they wait to strike." The wizard is given the sharpened and slightly distorted vision of a myriad of black shapes along the ground and the glowing eyes of predators looking towards the camp and upwards at the soaring Caster.

The raven soars upwards, buffeted by the ocean winds that threaten to twist him from his course. But something else tugs at the summoned bird's senses and causes him to seek the relative stability of the upper rigging of the Lucky Slip.

He shakes his head, midnight beak flicking a lazy 8 in the air before him.

Mistress, something pushes me, confuses... The raven looks about the ship, then over to the sinking vessel as it's torn about by the loud human noise makers. He jumps from his perch as the ship beneath him lurches and belches smoke and flame. As he alights back on the perch, his eyes blink and he turns his head to the side to look closer at the dying ship, then caws loudly. Kill it, kill it, Mistress! It bothers my mind and sets my feathers to fluttering. Once dead, I can fly and look and tell.

The raven soars above the ship, keen eye searching the horizon. As with before he sees the two ships, this time a bit further away. They continue their struggle...Your floating nest is closing in on victory, the other nest burns and is bowl is broken...