Falconeer Anon

>You stand atop a grassy hill overlooking a meadow in the early morning.
>The rising sun peeks over the horizon and begins casting it's warming rays upon the land.
>The morning dew left over from yesterday's spring shower gives the surrounding air an earthy scent.
>Slowly but surely, signs of life begin to show as the animals rise from their slumber to greet the new day.
>Truly a sight you'll never grow tired of.
>Your feathered friend ruffles her feathers and grip on your gloved arm tightens when the sun light is cast upon her and she knows her time draws near.
>You take a minute more to bask in the glory of nature before reaching up to remove her leathery mask.
>She stands still and simply stares into your face, as if waiting for something.
>"Well?"
>So she is waiting for something.
"Uhh, go?"
>She scoffs before shaking her head in disappointment.
>"Fool! You know nothing of falconry!"
"Gilda, please go. We're both hungry and my arm is getting tired."
>"Uggh, dweeb."
>With that she takes off to hunt for critters as you return to the campsite and get a fire going for when she returns.
>You hope she brings back rabbits.