"Not just," Clarisse says as she retrieves their packs from Blunder's saddle and she begins to unclip it. "But kind of recently, I guess."

Once the saddle is off, she places it in relative safety against a tree and watches as Blunder stretches first her back legs, then her front, and then launches back into the air. She'll fly around doing griffon shit for the afternoon and come back when Clarisse calls her.

"If I have extra time I like to explore in the mountains here or out by the lodge." It's meditative, okay. "It's mostly just what you'd expect but sometimes I find something cool. And since no one else is around, it gets to be my discovery." Like, forever. Just call her Magellan.

"Ready?"