Siebe ran his hand across the belly of the crouching Oredmoor. He felt the radiating heat that indicated the beast had just returned from his morning patrol with his Dalinda, Berniss. The pair were the oldest still working Sky Hunter and Rider and now only flew patrol nearest the Compound. Siebe tried not to flinch as the Oredmoor stretched it’s enormous wings of membranes and sinew, out for him to inspect.