Amusement brushed across the bond, subtle but sure, and Noah let it settle into him like a small easing of tension. The smaller falcon’s pointed gesture drew his eye downward. There was an egg, bright and unmistakably painted, tucked absurdly among the Barrows’ scrub. Not unlike the ones that the mud monster had left behind. A huff of breath slipped from him, more felt than heard. Not hunting eggs, either, he admitted, banking just enough to signal his intent, but I won’t turn down a challenge.
The wind sharpened around him as he drew himself higher, climbing fast, letting altitude spool into advantage. For a heartbeat he hovered there with his broad wings tense, body aligned with the clean line of the sky. Then he folded. The stoop began as a controlled drop, then became a spear of momentum. Air roared along his plumage, white and gray flashing as he arrowed past Callum’s current line of flight, forcing the smaller falcon to shift or be clipped outright.
But Callum didn’t follow, didn’t come in. Instead, Noah felt the pull and absence over the attuned bond. When he looked back after arcing, the other attuned was gone.
FIN
The wind sharpened around him as he drew himself higher, climbing fast, letting altitude spool into advantage. For a heartbeat he hovered there with his broad wings tense, body aligned with the clean line of the sky. Then he folded. The stoop began as a controlled drop, then became a spear of momentum. Air roared along his plumage, white and gray flashing as he arrowed past Callum’s current line of flight, forcing the smaller falcon to shift or be clipped outright.
But Callum didn’t follow, didn’t come in. Instead, Noah felt the pull and absence over the attuned bond. When he looked back after arcing, the other attuned was gone.
FIN
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