Fire, throughout this long undertaking, was getting a little antsy.   His style was more of the high-speed pursuit in the air, or swooping dives on the prey.  This, to him, was painfully slow.  But even though he itched to move, to leap forward at that elk, the gryphon kept himself still.   His wingtips quivered against his own body, though.   Now he could see truly why any tiger would be feared, because they would seem to come out of nowhere.  The overwhelming silence of Tamara and Bitsa's movements just made everything more tense, as if they were poltergeists ready to bring down a building on something.