That was... years ago. Tobias shifts anxiously along the branch, and when Ax suggests the others might be trapped in morph, he flutters down to the ground, landing a few feet away. For a few seconds, nothing happens.

Then, Tobias flutters his wings again. <I can't morph,> it's a terrifying prospect, but little of his fear makes it into his voice. <And I've got more bad news -- we're from different points in time. I'm from several years in your future.> He wasn't sure how many, exactly, because hawks are notoriously bad time-keepers.