The wind curled beneath Noah’s wings, carrying him higher over the wild expanse of King's End. The earth below blurred in patches of green and gold—fields, brush, and the faint glimmer of a creek winding like glass through the land. His eyes, sharp as a blade, caught the tremor of motion in the grass.
A rabbit broke from cover, its body a pale flash darting through shadow. He wondered if it was a blink hare, or a regular rabbit. He couldn't tell from this high up unless it chose to blink. Either way, to the Sentinel it looked like a promising meal. His muscles tightened, wings adjusting ever so slightly, body poised for the stoop—a dive that could end a heartbeat.
But there was movement up here, too. Another falcon wheeled into view. Smaller than him, built for ruthless speed, it moved with precision. Noah’s wings tilted, the stoop forgotten. He circled instead, watching the other.
A rabbit broke from cover, its body a pale flash darting through shadow. He wondered if it was a blink hare, or a regular rabbit. He couldn't tell from this high up unless it chose to blink. Either way, to the Sentinel it looked like a promising meal. His muscles tightened, wings adjusting ever so slightly, body poised for the stoop—a dive that could end a heartbeat.
But there was movement up here, too. Another falcon wheeled into view. Smaller than him, built for ruthless speed, it moved with precision. Noah’s wings tilted, the stoop forgotten. He circled instead, watching the other.
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