Across the autumn plains and fields of Caimwind, the year’s hippogryph fledges practice for their first migration. Manes tossing, feathered fetlocks whistling in the wind, wings stretching and flapping, the half-grown youths tear across the grass, ripping the earth with their claws and hooves. After a few giddy nights of practice, the adults will lead the way on safe winds over the mountains. When the herd has moved on, the disturbed plains will sprout in abundance with the spores of forest mushrooms, carried out of the woodlands in the pelts and hooves of the hippogryphs.