Well, Fitz didn't want to be here.
The striped, brown raptor wasn't searching for Mary out of his desire for some semblance of self preservation and yet here he was standing just outside a massive mansion. His feathers clung to him and the wind blew sharp, he could barely see the building through the dense, heavy rain. He had been caught in a bad thunderstorm, the clouds dark and heavy over him and the rain drowning everything around it. His only saving grace was ...
