After a few minutes, the being landed near the lodge, causing a random bolt of lightning to fall were he was. He took a deep breath and stretched. "Ahh... Such a familiar air... Such a familiar weight... I feel mortal again... The locator said she was around here. She sure knows how to pick location." The being flapped his wings and shot up into the air, looking around.
As the being flew up, Clare, who had been looking in that direction after the bolt of lightning struck, stood up and began climbing the tree, trying to get a better look at the figure.
That has to be... All of a sudden, a branch the wolf had grabbed broke off in her hand, making her lose her balance and fall. Clare said something rather crude as she quickly grabbed a solid branch with both hands, stopping herself short. "Well, this is a fine mess," the wolf muttered, glancing down at the ground as she dangled from the branch.