"Good observation. You'll be a real authority on all our creatures here in no time," Kate smiled at Jack.
Kate wrote down Gabe's name and address.
"I do understand that," she said. "I was the first in my family, so far as I know, to be able to talk with animals. Why its birds, I have no idea, but sometimes there just doesn't seem to be much logic in it. Now, this is the chap I was telling you about. His name is Gabe, and you'll like him, I think. He and his daughter, Mira, live in the Cotswolds now. Im sure she's got to be legal age by now or darned near it. Gabe does all sorts of alchemy and makes all sorts of enchanted devices and machinery," Kate said, handing Lucian the address.
The roc began squawking at Kate, and Kate turned to look at him, to listen. Then she called to Jack.
"Jack, you might be interested in this. This gigantic bird is a roc. They're extremely rare. he thinks he's the last of his kind, but there have always been rumors of a stray one or two up in the highest reaches of some of the most isolated mountain peaks, particularly in eastern Europe or in China. I don't know if there are more or not. Anyway, it could be a long time before you ever see another. This one, though, just said something to me. He asked me why we would let poachers up in our cliffs to hunt what he called 'the man dogs.' I can only assume he means that there is someone up in the northwest quadrant where the longhouses are, and they're hunting Fenrir and his pack. I don't know if Fenrir knows we could have intruders or not, but If they're here, they're likely to be some of either James's men, some of the crooked aurors we've heard some rumors about, or even a few of Tom's men. Don't go alone. Take someone with you if you go up there, won't you?" Then Kate realized she had let it slip in front of Lucian that Fenrir and his pack were living here. That had been completely unintentional on her part.