Crookfang Arkaddia, Evalyce, Year of the Mythril Serpent, 2014 CEEarly morning of their sixth day at Karokorum. Aleister yawned as he uncurled from his nest, wondering why he was being roused even earlier than the Harriers' normal early hours. The sun was far from rising. The Fox yawned again as he collected his weapons as Khasar had bid. Further down the central 'nesting' area, the magister heard Khasar gently waking another of the hawks.
Aleister made his way quietly through the room, careful not to further disturb the sleeping Harriers. Outside he was greeted by a Master Harrier who was entirely too energetic for this time of the morning. He dipped a bow while trying to stifle another yawn, frowning as he noticed three vykr standing patiently in the Mews courtyard with small packs besi
