Kieran soared through the sky in complete freedom. The rain wicked off of his feathers as he did so. He caught sight of the barbarian that had taken his interest in the tavern early and followed after her from the sky. Cana howled up at him from below, indicating that she wanted to sleep for the night. Deciding that was best as they had a long journey ahead of them, he began his decent. Kieran landed on tree nearby the barbarian's makeshift tent, digging his talons into the tree branch to keep secure. After making sure he was positioned in a way that he wouldn't fall out of the tree when he inevitably shifted back to his elven form, he settled in to sleep. Cana scratched at the earth beneath the tree and settled into a tired ball of fur. Once Kieran was perched and ready to sleep, his magick faded and the rainstorm cleared up.