The trip was quick by air, but it was still a bit longer than Pysan had liked. There wasn't a seasoned hunter in the new world that hadn't dealt with an arm or a leg falling asleep when spending too much time riding with a Wingdrake, and the last thing you wanted when you had to tackle an angry Anjanath was having to go into the fight missing sensation all down your swinging arm. But after about 20 minutes they had arrived at what he felt was a decent enough drop off point. A patch of matted grass, lots of prickly vegetation, no worn trails from regular traffic of wild life. Safe a place as you could get for a quick landing.<br/><br/>He gave a sharp whistle to get Jeanette's attention, then gestured downwards. With a sharp tug on the line hanging from the Wingdrake they began to descend. They weren't particularly well trained or graceful, so when you told a Wingdrake to go down you had to be sure you wanted to drop, there wasn't much room for adjustments or second chances. When they got close to the ground Pysan unhooked himself and landed with a roll to cushion the impact. He adjusted the harness of his sword and moved with a crouch towards the nearest clump of shrubbery, pulling his ghillie up around his shoulders while his Palico kept pace and waited for Jeanette.<br/><br/>"Alright, we should be far enough outside of the area those researchers were heading to that any Jagras we find aren't any more dangerous than your standard fare." He pulled a pair of burlap sacks out from his own larger bag and handed one to Jet, then held the other out to Duchess. "Don't eat the bait. We need those mounts." He reminded, mostly speaking to his own Palico with a serious stare.