Northwest, okay. Jake glanced down to orient himself, then told Banshee what way they needed to go. They banked round once Banshee had reached a good height, and then they were off, flying as fast as they could go. Jake had told Banshee over and over about this being a hunt of sorts, and the Ikran loved to hunt. This one was stranger than most, but then again, this island was nothing but strange. There were no silly acrobatics or mad dives down to the water; they flew fast and they flew straight, like an arrow from a bow.
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spinningcompass,