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Then tarns, screaming, talons raking, wings beating, hurtled among the startled soldiers on the ledge, seizing and tearing at them, blasts of wind even from the wings forcing some back over the edge. - (Blood Brothers of Gor, Chapter 47, Sentence #313)

"Back to Council Rock!" Soldiers had established a hold on the eastern ledges of Council Rock, to which they had been climbing, those ledges opposite those above the trail, up which, slowly, medicine drums beating, medicine men dancing about the beasts, the procession of Yellow Knives, a few minutes ago, had begun its climb. Behind the soldiers who attained the ledge other soldiers, roped together, clambered upward. The eastern face of Council Rock seemed covered with men and ropes. Then tarns, screaming, talons raking, wings beating, hurtled among the startled soldiers on the ledge, seizing and tearing at them, blasts of wind even from the wings forcing some back over the edge. The defenders leaped forward. We landed our tarns among a litter of bodies, red and white, on the ledge. I looked down, at the ropes of men, not yet to the top. - (Blood Brothers of Gor)