Jack was chatting amicably to the Head of House Kitsune while crossing the castle grounds when he heard an ear-piercing screech resound over the terrain. Anyone else might have flinched, but Jack immediately looked up, recognizing that sound immediately.
It was the cry of a mighty Roc in anger. And not just any Roc, the Roc he was taking care of.
His eyes scanned the sky. How the Hell did she get free? She had been healing so well, was that it? Did she think she had regained her strength and had she yearned for the skies? Goddamnit, if she tore out her ligaments, she would have to stay here for another three months.
Jack took a deep breath, planted his feet squarely onto the lawn and let out a high, keening noise that undulated into the nightsky. If was a call home for the Roc, telling her to calm down and think. He then let out another cry, sharper this time, more reminiscent of an actual Roc. Danger. Find shelter. Land.