"What do you want?" Kovi yawned calmly.
But the shape was gone, as was the noise.
Mali wandered about, her wings tight against her, her ears tautly positioned upright. She was focused on the horizon, watching constantly.
The horison was tinged with a slight bluish glow. Gorgos, at the head of a patrol of twelve bats, saw something. He sent out a series of clicks, then slowly glided down to the winged wolf.
Mali heard the bat, and raised her head.
Gorgos landed with a huff, at least four times the size of the wolf. "Well well well, another rebel." he growled, oddly deep for a bat. Another bat pitched in with it's high-pitched voice. "Should we take her to Zenobia?" said the bat.
(( Wait, Mali's not a rebel. ))