Sabine hummed with a similar frustration to Ahnasha, though she didn't answer Ahnasha. She walked on with the rest of them for a short distance, eyes darting and distracted as if looking for something in the buildings around them.

She stepped away and dashed into a small stable in an alley, out of sight.

"Sabine, where are you going?!" Fendros demanded. He filed around and between the people between the pack and the stable to catch up. As soon as he rounded the corner obscuring Sabine, there was a purple glow and another raven fluttered out, nearly striking Fendros with its talons. It cawed twice and flew up to perch on a building. Fendros followed it with his eyes, incredulous.

There was no use wondering how long Sabine had been able to pull off such a magical feat. It had been many years since anyone had brought it up. For now, though, Sabine pointed the way and flew, landing regularly to allow the pack to catch up. Her flight drew curious eyes.