"Just a short distance from my home," Makan answered. "That island. It would be a lot easier if my wing wasn't torn to hell." He sighed. "But I know another way that doesn't involve dropping." He began down another slope, careful with his steps. It took almost an hour, but they found themselves in a small bay. Makan could hear the wolves following. 

"They won't follow," he assured. "There are much more terrifying things in these waters than me." And yet he swam, almost like an oversized crocodile. He paid no mind to the massive shadow that passed them underwater, simply because he knew that it was an ally.