Questioned by rangers Stories

The wind roared in my ears as those wings flapped hard, lifting me higher above Yosemite Valley. The lights below dwindled. I could hear Akasha and Anton nearby, ascending with me. We continued flying to the northeast, following the river and climbing above the ridge line. Far below, we could see the Rangers' search lights making their way up the trail. I closed my eyes and felt the map of the land laid out before me. I s...