Seeing the two of them fly off towards the tower under their own powers is quite the sight to behold. I, for one, would have had made sure the group stayed together for safety sake, but it is far too late for that. Watching all of the nice sweaty men getting the boat ready for the storm and landing on the island, as I walk over to the side and out of the way.<br/><br/>Once that is done I start to do what I have to do. Reaching up to the hood of my cloak and pulling it down, freeing up my beautiful wolfy ears to the open air, along with unbutton the front end of my cloak, to allow it to finally billow open to the sea breeze. Needing freedom of movement in order to fly correctly, and reaching down to give my tail a quick petting. Which just feels fantastic, and I have not had the time or privacy to do it in a long time. Now more or less everyone can see my true heritage and how there isn't a race known to this realm that comes close to my unique stature.<br/><br/>Finally freeing myself to the air and to the others, while casting my own spell. A other gust of wind billowing out from my form, lifting my feet off of the wood of the boat. Ears tucked back from the noise I am making, before I go shooting off to the distance and to the island. The cloak billowing open all the more, and showing just how naked I am under the cloak.