Shyrath speeds out towards the forest, her wings practically tearing the air in half as they speed along. Ancalagon's grip is tight, so he does not fall off, and he can feel her heart pumping faster, enjoying the thrill of such movement, and of the thoughts of what is to come later.<br/><br/>Eventually, they come to a stop, making a landing outside the forest itself. Grass is ripped up from the ground and hurled about as the two make their way down, and her claws dig into the ground to help slow down. Eventually, they stop, and the trees begin less than a hundred feet away.<br/><br/><strong>"Shall we go in and find our prey, perhaps?"</strong>