The other in the skies had not gone entirely unnoticed, though crucible had let them be as he flew. When he settled down atop that building, folding forelimb over forelimb comfortably. Seeming none to concerned by the eagle circling closer overhead.

The voice in his mind did give raise to an eyeridge, turning his head to look to the eagle as he returned telepathically in kind. I would not mind the company.