Dangerous Treetops
The odd feeling of stepping on to the winged horrors' back was enough to make all of their skin crawl. It wasn't that they were uncomfortable with the wiggling tentacles that somehow influenced the ability to fly through the sky. It was the odd soft yet scaly texture of its skin.
The entire experience was definitely made in someone's nightmare. Yet, Clark was totally comfortable with it along with the Nighthawk family guide whose beast it was.
The night spore mushroom did not react or begin doing anything at all as they took to the air. It was still resting on the guide's hand. Slowly waiting for the order. The guide had also formerly taken a position on the neck of the winged horror. Small tentacles wrapping his feet so that he could hold on but also see ahead of them.