A Wing and a Prayer

They watched as the mountainside appeared to slip, as a single piece, down into the valley below. It disappeared in a cloud of gritty snow that coated everything around them.

After the bone-shaking noise had died down, they looked up the path. Above them, where the path vanished into a small plateau marking the cave, there was the briefest glimpse of a tail and a wing.

"Was that a?" Shouted Barnabas, the roar of the mountain still ringing in his ears.

"Aye! I think it was!" Came the equally loud reply from Skaran.

"I hope not." Grumbled Master Tellerick.