He waited until she dropped the bags over the edge then made his among the thick sturdy branches, like he had many times before. Once he reached the trunk and climbed down it with the grace of a large cat leaving deep gouges in the bark. He dropped to the ground, following her to where the bags were, long neck moving back and forth making sure no one had heard them. Satisfied their escape was going unnoticed he relaxed slightly.<br/><br/>He took the bag Annabel offered him with his teeth and turned his head, setting the heavy bag on his shoulders adjusting it a bit so it wouldn't fall off then began to walk. "We will worry about were to go latter. For now we put some distance between us and this place to lessen our chances of being seen." He looked up at the night sky, admiring the glistening stars, breathing deeply of the cool air, mangled wings twitching in anticipation.<br/><br/>Once they crossed the fence they would be free. Free to go where ever they wanted.  Suddenly he froze as he heard a low gravely growl from somewhere behind them. He recognized almost instantly as one of the accused hunting hounds Annabel's parents kept in a fenced run. What was the beast doing lose? If the animal started baying then the entire house would be alerted.<br/><br/><br/>Amos glanced up at the maid. "Yes, some tea would do nicely." He stepped away from the fireplace and made his way to his desk. "Maybe I should go speak to her. I should not have lost my temper with her in the first place." If he sat her down and explained to her that she would make many friends at the Academy  and would soon forget about the beast she would understand why they were sending her to the school. He ran a hand over his face and sighed heavily. Tea would have to wait. Amos turned and walked out of his study, heading to his nieces room to talk some sense into her.