Grass stretches below as far as the eye can see - and given that Callum is soaring upon the thermals in his falcon form, he can see quite far indeed. Burial mounds dot the landscape, hundreds of them poking out of the ground like so many stone sculptures of the departed. Mist envelops the area, muffling sound, but Callum has never needed sound to hunt in this form. He just needs his eyes and his talons and his beak.
He wheels on the breeze, turning to scan a new section of the Barrows. Every once in a while, his attention flickers up from the ground far below, keeping an eye on his in-air surroundings, as well. So far, he's seen a whole lot of nothing, perhaps thanks to the rain clouds that blanket the sky, threatening a downpour at any given moment. He hopes it holds off a little longer, if only so that he can enjoy the feel of the wind ruffling his feathers a little more.
Movement below: a rabbit, hopping uneasily through the grass. Callum hones in on the creature, contemplating. He doesn't really need the rabbit, and he's never been one to kill for pleasure. After a moment's consideration, he turns his gaze away, leaving the rabbit be.
He wheels on the breeze, turning to scan a new section of the Barrows. Every once in a while, his attention flickers up from the ground far below, keeping an eye on his in-air surroundings, as well. So far, he's seen a whole lot of nothing, perhaps thanks to the rain clouds that blanket the sky, threatening a downpour at any given moment. He hopes it holds off a little longer, if only so that he can enjoy the feel of the wind ruffling his feathers a little more.
Movement below: a rabbit, hopping uneasily through the grass. Callum hones in on the creature, contemplating. He doesn't really need the rabbit, and he's never been one to kill for pleasure. After a moment's consideration, he turns his gaze away, leaving the rabbit be.
With quiet words I'll lead you in and out of the dark
