Rok

*Scout from the edge. So the captain intended to follow his suggestion. It would be dangerous, but they would be forewarned - and that would give them the edge. Perhaps they could learn more about these creatures.*

*Standing and stretching slowly, Rok lifts his head up and turns his muzzle into the wind, enjoying the myriad of smells it carried. There was a hint of rain in the air, though whether it would hold true was near impossible to say. The weather was never as it should be. The Magi had seen to that.*

*Turning his attention back to the task at hand, Rok moved quietly across the deck, reaching up to hoist himself onto the mainmast arms, and within a respectable distance of the great furry flying thing that had been brought aboard. It was like the bats that still lived on the surface, though he had never seen one grow to such immense size. Perhaps it is a matter of having enough room to grow.*

*Speaking to the creature, he tilts his head quizzically, watching its' movements, shifting his weight slowly, not wanting to seem agressive.*
"And you, furry. Odd. Where's you pet thing? Little squish-pet."