Stocke tracks the feathers nearly all the way up - it's only when he sees Amelia's silhouette that he stops trailing them and sinks down, blending into the dark of the ground. He peers up, tendrils bristling quietly.

Then he darts into the rock of the cliffs.

Amelia's about to experience an unceremonious, unannounced attack from below. She'll have a burst of cold as a warning - he has to emerge at least in part before he materializes - but it'll be slashing claws moments afterward.