 Moving with practised ease, the two groups of griffins began to converge on wagons below, which had now stopped in a small clearing surrounded by odd patches of trees and tall grass. A marine in each vehicle were on the look-out, judging by the sleek binoculars they were using. Oddly enough, she hadn’t spotted any of the glare those tools were notorious at producing, especially in such sunny conditions. That piqued her curiosity. 