Sighing, she began to descend, eyes flickering all over the town. She tried to get a gauge of what was going on, and what problems would pop up once the cloven came to them. She saw griffins gathering near the blacksmiths, maybe forging weapons to defend themselves in case the cloven breached; cubs chasing each other around corners, supervised by older griffins; marines forming some sort of overwatch in the building they have been assigned to; and Marco dancing around near a small park grassland. 