Brent paused from morning air patrol and made a falcon dive for them, spreading his large talons and grabbing Phoenix by the shoulders and flying her like a hang-glider toward camp at a speed that wouldn't be quite as frightening to Manx, who still dangled from her grasp. "Play time's over, Phoenix," he chuckled and shook his head slightly, the weight of the two other people burdening him slightly as he flew. "...and I hope you had fun, because you're late."
As he hovered nearer to the camp, he slowly loosened his grip and descended before unceremoniously dropping the two into camp and then readying for takeoff again.
As he hovered nearer to the camp, he slowly loosened his grip and descended before unceremoniously dropping the two into camp and then readying for takeoff again.
