-Micah, I don't know exactly what kind of things you want Rynn to do, but I just feel like writing, so here's something- an idea for the story of how Chante became Rynn's "pet/mount" (for lack of better words):


"Give it back, swine."
Rynn turned his head away from the man's foul breath, choking. The cold edge of the blade pressed harder against his throat. "Never." he spat.
The man's beady eyes glistened as he leaned closer to snarl, "I will take it from your dead body."
The threat gave him pause. It would do no good for the man to kill him, and so long as he held the charm, he could not summon fire. "Lets not get hasty now."
Perhaps sensing his sudden change of mind, the man eased back with the knife. "That's right." he growled under his breath, "Noone steals from Gor. He keeps what's his and leaves what ain't."
Rynn twisted his arm at his side and slid it along the rough wood of the door towards his belt. Gor, too absorbed in his momentary gloating, saw nothing. His fingers were closing around the pouch when the man's wrinkled face jerked downwards.
"Hah." he barked, ripping Rynn away from the door as if he were a child and hoisting him into the air, muscles bulging in his arm. The point of the knife rested on Rynn's throat, just below his chin, pressing hard enough to draw blood, his boots dangled a foot off the ground. "Trying to trick Ol Gor are you?" Gor bore his yellowed teeth and nodded towards the bar. "If'n I give the word they'll string you up, boy."
Rynn gritted his teeth. Why did the old man insist on insulting his age?
"Now, where'd you put me jewel? it be all I have, and I don't aim to lose it."
Rynn swallowed, knicking his throat against the chill metal of the blade. "I have it here, at my belt."
Gor's gaze flicked from Rynn's face to his belt and the pouch hanging there. The vein on his forehead throbbed. If he wanted to grab the pouch he would have to set his victim down, but to do so risked losing his precious jewel. He hadn't caught the theif only to lose him by some trick.
"Take it off."
Rynn stared down at Gor's face with a blank expression.
The wrinkled face twisted into a scowl. "Take off that there pouch and open it up."
It took all his will power to control the speed at which he reached for the pouch. His fingers fumbled as he loosened the strap, and Gor's scowl deepened the longer it took. Finally it came loose.
"Dump it out, on the ground there, so's I can see."
Rynn raised the pouch, undid the drawstring, and moved to dump the charm onto the ground. Before he could turn the pouch upside down, however, Gor dropped him back to the ground and closed his fist around pouch. Rynn winced, the old man's hand crushed his own about the charm, causing it to dig into his palm.
Fixing his gaze on Rynn's face, the old man sneered. "Think I'm a fool?" With agonizing care, he twisted Rynn's wrist upwards and emptied the pouch into his bruised palm.
"What's that?" The charm lay sparkling in the moonlight.
"Nothing." Rynn grunted, clenching his jaw.
"It has the look of magic." Gor closed Rynn's fingers back over the charm. "You be from the mountains."
"No." Rynn struggled to free himself, but with the charm clamped snug in his fist he was as helpless as any man.
With a snort Gor snatched the second pouch from Rynn's belt and dangled it in his face. "You'll hang for theivery, bo-"
A deafening screech interrupted his threat. Something struck the man on the side, throwing both he and Rynn like rag dolls. They landed in the mud near the door.
The impact had knocked Gor's grip loose and Rynn rolled away from the man before leaping to his feet. He had to reach out a hand to steady himself against the barn side before he could stand without swaying, the force of the blow had affected him as much, if not more, than the angry stable hand.
Gor rose out of the mud spluttering, face distorted by rage. His wordless bellow brought men rushing out of the bar. Before he could slip away Rynn was seized on both sides by tall sturdy men.
"What is the meaning of this, Gor?" The bar tender spoke from amongst the crowd.
"The boy's from the mountains!" The stable hand roared. For a moment the crowd was silent. All stared at the captured theif. Then they erupted in a deafening stream of angry shouts, mixed in a chaotic jumble. The men holding Rynn propelled him through the crowd towards the barn, their shouts merging with the others.
Someone produced a rope. Rynn fought to free himself, but the crowd was mad, and with the madness strong.
It fell from the sky. One moment the crowd was pushing to get inside the barn, and he was in the midst of them, then they were scattering in all directions, screaming. A black shape looped overhead, and a familiar screech rent the night.Rynn stood his ground, ears ringing. The gust of wind as the thing again passed by just overhead almost knocked him over. The men holding him ducked, releasing his arms.
He dashed away from the barn. Whatever had attacked them would be distracted by the crowd. The charm cut into his palm but it would be foolish to drop it now, when he could not hope to recover it. Without it he had no hope of blending in at the town.
The pounding of heavy feet rose form behind him and he glanced back as he ran. Gor gave chase, and he was gaining ground fast. In his meaty hand was his knife. Rynn's pulse slammed agianst the base of his skull and rang in his ears each time his foot made contact with the ground. At any moment he expected the blade to plunge between his shoulder blades.
The shadow plummeted from above and whisked inches past his left cheek. From the corner of his eye he saw it swoop up and loop back, like a giant sparrow performing aerial acrobatics. Without thinking he shot out his hand as it rushed by again and caught hold of a handful of feathers. The ground was jerked away from beneath him and the creature rose, buffeting him with powerful wings, the speed of its flight barely inhibited by his weight. He hung by that handful of feathers, looking back over his shoulder as the lights of the bar grew smaller, and then the town as well, until they disappeared altogether, swallowed by the blackness of the night.



(Rynn had freed a gryphon in a market place where someone was trying to sell it and risked his life in the act, not realizing that the creature was far more intelligent than he could guess and followed him after that without his knowing until he needed its help, then it swooped in to the rescue and ever after they were the closest of friends. I think the word friend can apply here, because although Chante is an animal, he is smart and loyal, and would sacrifice himself for Rynn in a pinch if neccesary. Sounds like a better friend than most humans to me :-D)

Oh yeah, Chante is a mountain gryphon, so he's actually half wolf half eagle, as you can see in the pic :-)