At many other times of the year, Rothan's pride took to napping away the sunlit hours. The shade beneath a large Ranook tree filled with a tangle of legs and wings propped in the air, dowsing the elusive breeze. March, however, brought ocean winds from across the rolling western hills, carrying the tang of salt and electricity. It was then that the flyon mastery of currents became apparent. If one was patient, one might hear an occasional whoop of joy.