"My lady?" She turned to regard the voice, her horn lighting up as it poked just out from under her hood. There stood a griffon, smaller than most, but a bird all the same. She had been surprised to learn the changelings were able to mimic the birds so accurately, but pleased nonetheless. She felt the other one close the distance between the city and their location. Flying low amid the pine trees to throw off any pursuers who could be tailing him. Soon the other ling stood before her, in the guise of the more uncommon griffling variant of halfbreed, carrying a satchel around one foreleg.