Nightclaw would never have discarded his rider or allowed Draven to do what he did unless the cat himself had good reason. In any other situation, the exmoor could have easily caught me himself and carried Draven and me both to safety. But his mate had been in danger. Her wing ripped to shreds. And so he and Draven had acted the only way the two males could. They had split up, each to save the ones they loved.
