The rain had been long and unfortunately, very heavy. The lofty maritime pines did little to protect from the laden raindrops, much to the disappointment of Taran. He had felt as though he should have gone out to scout, at least this once. A quick scan of the town would have satisfied him, and then he could have seeked shelter in one of the abandoned buildings. Disgruntled, he wiped one of his pauldrons off with a gloved hand, and it came away wet and cold.<br/><br/>Taran stiffened when he heard the rapid cracking of branches and the shuffling of sand underfoot. As if to check if he was correct on his assumption, he looked towards the sky. While the humid air was oppressive, the drizzle made it nearly bearable.<br/><br/>He cracked his neck to the side and tentatively handled a weak looking branch on the tree in which he was perched. His yellow eyes moved with his target. He kicked off, wings spreading wide in the air, flicking off a multitude of raindrops into the air. He dropped to the ground in front of Mack, hopefully stopping him mid-run.<br/><br/>Taran straightened after he performed a mid-landing saunter and stop, and looked down at Mack. The hand with the sharp metal gauntlet flexed while the other three remained close at his side. "You've been smart," Taran said with a wide smile. It was probably incomprehensible to Mack, but the delivery of a snide comment was hard to miss.