Guild field notes
Know your quarry.
Razorwings circle high enough to become a rumor against the clouds, then descend in a blur of hooked feathers and cutting wind.
They favor hunters who watch the ground too closely. By the time the flock's cry rolls down the cliff face, the first strike has already been chosen.
- Temperament
- Patient at a distance, merciless once prey breaks formation.
- Known habitat
- Wind-carved cliffs, ruined towers, and high passes littered with old nests.