Later that night, a dark brown shape winged its way across the top of a stand of pine trees. Huge leathery wings caught the air and propelled the creature forward gracefully,.. and then, the sound hit. It was high-pitched and extremely shrill.

Spark glowed briefly like a Fourth of July sparkler, golden orange bits of fire arcing from her body. She banked sharply and did a roll,  almost dumping the small black squirrel clinging to her back into the trees.

“Eeeeee!!” Fly squealed, looking for Lexx and Dash. They weren’t very far away, he’d just seen them below, “What do I do now?! What do I do?!” He yelled, hoping that someone would hear him.