Blinking your sore, but now working eyes, you peeled your face from the floor to look up at the unusual collection before you. As you saw before, there was the yak that had jumped some of the Changelings, although you now noticed he had several braids in his fur that seemed rather ceremonial. From his close proximity, you figured you had been sleeping on top of him. Hovering above the yak was a pegasus stallion with a red coat and a bright yellow mane, the emblem of a sparking lightning bolt as his cutie mark. Stepping into your field of vision beside the yak was a... griffon? Or was it a hippogriff? Curse your Harry Potter lore lacking at a time like this. Regardless, it was a lion-eagle thing that had green fur and feathers.