It was an albatross. I had thought they had gone extinct a long time ago during the Great War, their ranks decimated in the fallout.
"Thornclaw," Ivar murmured in greeting.
"Razorback. Stormwing," he added, nodding to the other two.
I glanced from him and back at the albatrosses, recognizing that they were likely allies rather than our foes at that point.
I studied them more closely as I struggled to push away my disbelief at their presence.
The one in the center was nearly eight feet tall and when he spread his wings, I was quite sure they nearly doubled that size.
The silver-gray feathers that adorned his head and torso sparkled in the moonlight and gradually darkened to a shade of black at the tips of his wings, giving him a distinct otherworldly, and ethereal appearance.
The enormous bird jostled its feathers, revealing an even brighter shade of white beneath. Light gray feet and black claws dugs into the dirt.
