Using his Angelic Wings, Logan flew low through the edges if the mountain keeping himself hidden behind large boulders. The boy was very careful to keep himself out of sight from the pegasi gliding below.
He didn't want to scare them off—not yet. He needed to see if they truly were wild, unclaimed by the Church of Light. If they were, that meant he had a chance to tame one.
Three of them flitted between the ridges, touching down at wide patches of grass before lifting off again. Each feeding session lasted only a few minutes, and every time they paused to graze, their heads jerked up warily, ears twitching. They were clearly on edge.
Logan narrowed his eyes.
Something's spooking them... but what?
He followed at a distance, occasionally switching to Darkness Arrow and Shadow Step to reposition silently, trailing the trio as they flew from ledge to ledge.
Then, after nearly half an hour, he spotted it.
A massive shadow passed overhead.
Logan looked up.
