"I hope I'm strog enough for this..." - mumbled the gryphon. When the rebel finished he nodded to him and chirped a quick 'thanks'. He spreaded his wings at the full span and by two flaps he took off to head back to the camp with Rorik on his back. He found the unconsious wolf quite heavy, the wound on his back burned in pain by every flap of his wings, he tried gliding as long as he could.