Whisper dips low and tilts so Catherine is leaning against him, then tipping over softly with a gentle cradling motion, as if rocking a baby on his back. The wiggling flutter of his wingspan is reminiscent of a manta ray swimming through the air, his sides flowing up and down. He lifts back up about 10 feet, letting the woman get a comfortable grip as Shira shoulders the saddle then shifts again into a dark brown bat with long claws and ears three times the size of her head. The druid mage's gear disappears within her coarse fur, and she leads off towards where she pointed at the map, keeping a casual pace for Whisper since her hunting bat form is much faster than his.