"You want to speed up?", Scar asked crouching low and spreading her wings,"You got it". She took off with one flap of her wings, the wind rushing through her mane. Even though she was going decently fast, the hood of the cloak was firmly upon her head. The feeling of the wind against her scales, in the areas where she had scales, was extrordinary and unlike anything else. She landed near the house with a soft, "POMF" and procceded to check for any signs of life.