The quetzalcoatl (both singular and plural) were from a different dimension from those already mentioned as well as from the harpies.

There were ten harpies in all, three male and seven female. Harpies, unlike succubae, were very muscular, relying on power rather than a light frame to keep aloft. Their shoulders were as massive as those of bodybuilders, and there wings were leathery and wider than those of succubae. There feet resembled those found of birds of prey, and their human-shaped hands were capped with sharp talons. Just above the base of their spines sprouted something like tails, but different than anything the Strays had seen before. These tails consisted of a series of tentacles that hung down over shapely butts, and sometimes they moved. Michael had heard that they had prehensile tails that they could use to cling to branches and the like when perching, but he had never understood the dynamics of the appendages until now.

One harpy stepped forward. It was a female, and she possessed a severe beauty that took many of the Strays by surprise. To Robbie, she resembled a bodybuilder he had seen on television by the name of Cory Everson, except that her skin was gray and her short hair was pitch black.

"“Kalib has relayed to us what you told him" the harpy said, looking at the great feathered serpent that Robbie had first made contact with.

"Your story . . . intrigues us," she added sternly.

"What it has to do with us . . . that you must tell us of," she added.

“May I ask who we're speaking with?" Robbie asked.

"I am Belsa. I am the leader of the Raptors, and I speak for them."

The rest of the Raptors gathered behind the woman as if to emphasize her point. Except the dragons. They were chasing after rabbits in the brush. Belsa shook her head in disgust.

"Why do we keep those things around?" she asked of the group behind her, most of whom were watching the dragons' antics with some amusement.

"I'm Robbie. I'm a representative of the Strays."

"I remember your name," Besla mused.

“You spoke with Oltivant before?"

She motioned with her hand, and one of the male harpies strode forward. (Despite human legend, harpies were both male and female).

"Hey," Robbie said almost casually.

“Long time, no see."

The male harpy just looked at him.

"Oh. . . kay," Robbie continued.

"And Tarloh still leads your band?" Besla asked.

"Yeah, he and Red."

"The fire-haired warrior," Besla said with a grin. She had sparred once with Red and found her an admirable opponent.

“So, tell me of this proposal and of why you came to us."

Back in Springfield...

Croc, Johan and Anya were standing in front of an abandoned mineshaft well north of town. Croc had been “feeling" his way long the dimensional membrane for several days, trying to find where the recently defeated Shoggoth had started to worm its way out of its prison dimension and closer to this one. He was certain he was close.