With a nod of agreement, Kain glances around again, better getting his bearings. He'd only been out here the one time, so far, but he'd gotten a vague idea of the lay of the land. They ought to be just fine walking from here. It's really not much farther. And if he remembers correctly...

"There ought to be a stream not too far ahead. The first time I was out here, I camped not too far from one in this area. The location ought to be safe for the mounts... Right this way."

Kain urges Highwind along, the dracolisk starting off once more. He'd technically gotten this mount from a dead man, his weird namesake, and he doesn't intend to let the creature lose yet another owner. Not if he can help it.