Gilda felt her flapping wings shiver as she spotted the silhouettes of moderately sized houses contrasting with the sunrise that came from the East. Her shivering wasn’t because of the weather or season. While it was Running of the Leaves Season—a rather ridiculously long name considering the Gryphons just called it Artumnus—and a step closer to Winter (strangely enough, it was the also the name used by both Ponies and Humans), the elements were not the reason for her discomfort. She was a sky-griffin of the North; even high above, colder than the fields below, the freezing bite of the wind was no match for her thick coat and feathers.