Tev sat at the appointed spot, looking in the appointed direction. His watch was about half over, but it felt like he'd already been there twice as long as usual, due to the storm. The wind battered at his rough cloak, and the Canid held it tighter, its wind-cutting abilities vastly enhancing the cold resistance of his thick fur.
We're going to have to take over the pony's watch until this blows over. She'd never make it through this.
He sighed at the thought of additional hours out here, wishing yet again that they'd manage to find even one more recruit. It had already been four years since the last, the young griffon, and Tev was getting too old for this.
When do we just give it up? This could be the beginning of the end of the Watchers. The end of a great legacy.
He was still mulling over these dark thoughts, when the ground trembled slightly. His attention focused at the correct point, as the beacon stones to his sides began to glow, subtly. His breath quickened, and he no longer noticed the cold. He stood up, as, at the center of the circle of beacon stones, a bright vertical line of crackling, purple, magical energy grew. Out of this energy, he saw a small, dark figure fall, screaming, into the snow below. It was followed by several large objects, some of which barely missed the fallen figure.
Heart racing, Tev jogged his way towards the center of the Anchor Point, and came upon the fallen one, just as it collapsed into the snow a few meters from its landing spot. It looked weakly up at him, and, even knowing what to expect, Tev was shocked to see the face and form described and shown in the ancient texts.
He leaned down, and said the first thing to come to mind, as he gathered up the freezing form to carry it to safety.
"Come with me, human. There is much to be done."