[Stone doesn't care how anyone gets to him, he just cares that they do. He launches off the boat, curling his hind claws around his little burdens as best as he can, and rather than flying up towards the advancing claws, he folds his wings and dives, spines flattening down against his neck and back again and tail whipping behind them.

He keeps ready to unfurl at a moment's notice, so they don't crash into anything, but right now the plan is "get someplace a giant predator isn't", and that place is unfortunately down, following the path of the water.]