On Patrol(I see with my little eye)

Akirama's expedition into Narnia took him far and wide. His powerful wings made the journey from place to place considerably shorter than a land-based expedition. In a matter of days, if not hours, he could explore great swaths of frozen landscape from the relative safety of extreme altitude. From both threat of arrow to an appendage and visible identification, Akirama was fairly safe. Cold air, high winds, and magic induced snowfall provided plenty of cover for much of his journey. Today though, was calm and clear by Narnian standards. As such, Akirama pushed himself to even greater heights than normal to try and avoid detection.

His eyes scanned the snow, the trees, and the skies below as he soared through the heavens. Tracks, footprints, animal droppings, and the occasional creature were noted and observed by Akirama. Where he was able, he identified the most likely species to have created the tracks or droppings. Where actual creatures were observed, their behavior and activities were noted. All in all, trying to look for anything 'unusual' in Narnia was a difficult task at best. But looking for signs of a human? Nearly impossible. Likewise was it proving nearly impossible to find any trace or track indicating that a captive one had been dragged through the wood.

Akirama was about to turn westward and begin his journey towards the mountains when the most curious spectacle caught his eye. He was still a few miles away and above the location, but his keen eyes enabled him to easily behold the utter chaos which was currently befalling a small outcropping of huts. A pack of wolves, no doubt the Witch's minions, had set upon the town. From the looks of it, the locals had taken it upon themselves to fight back. Dwarves and Badgers galore had taken up arm against the foul beasts. And, quite shockingly, they appeared to have a Centaur among their rank. Akirama was about to chock this one up to the villagers when a blur of blue and white movement caught his attention.

A Dragon!

Akirama nearly choked in shock at the sight of it. More terrifying still, was that the great beast appeared to be aiding the wolves. Which meant that it served the White Witch! Where, when, and how the Witch had acquired the servitude of a dragon was utterly beyond Akirama, but he fully understood the implications. Even the mighty Archenlander Knights knew well enough to leave dragons lay where they be found. If the White Witch had a dragon at her beck and call? It could easily spell doom for the freedom and independence of Archenland.

The situation would need to be reported.

And very likely... Something would need to be done about the great creature.

In the meantime, Akirama soared closer to the scene of mayhem. He would need to observe the actions the dragon took against the villagers. It could prove crucial to his report...

Luna kept out of his reach, while others kept dwarves and badgers alike from flanking her. She noted the whitening of knuckles as another friend passed over head, his death on Tavrinths claws. "You were given a choice to surrender." she barked at him "And you chose to fight. Whatever blood stains the snow today, stains your hands centaur."

She inched closer, keeping careful eye on those blades. "Been a long while since I tasted horse." She let out a low chuckle. "Last chance to surrender."