It wasn’t, once she actually got to trying it. All she had to do was keep her wings tightly shut while in the air and she wouldn’t get blown-off course. Soon, Bitterroot found herself running along broken rooftops and jumping alleys towards where she had last seen the pair of ponies. The unfamiliar territory and lack of landmarks played havoc with her internal map, but she kept moving. Maybe she’d get lucky and the storm had fallen on them before they could get far. At the very least, if she reached the river, she’d know she’d gone too far.