The harsh winds of the mountain tops whip around the sparse trees decorating the few patches of grass, even the best of fliers struggling to maintain their balance with the harsh currents. Ozzy's large wings struggle to keep him in the air as he goes crashing down to an outcropping of rock. He makes a quiet squawk as he scrambles to his feet and darts toward a cave without thinking, the large griffin immediately shaking his dark grey feathers free of rain droplets.