<You got it, beautiful.> Shawn fell from his branch and swooped just above Raksha's head. Shawn taunted playfully, <Follow the tasty birdy.>
Shawn darted around tree after tree, making sure Raksha was within sight, but outside striking distance. Every now and again, he burst through the tree cover to orient himself, and then dive back down to continue the trail. After what seemed like the craziest crochet trail, they made it to The Gardens.
<It looks like it's closed for the day, perfect.> Shawn demorphed in the branches of a tree. "Excited?"