House Of Wolves
Flight of the Falcon
Remmy's POV
Good lord, it was cold outside!
Sure, it was a nice afternoon, but honestly, it was cold as heck. I shivered a little and wrapped my hunting jacket around my shoulders tighter. Whysper was flying circles overhead. I smiled a little as I looked up. My falcon called down happily. She was soaking up the sun on her stretched wings.
The Peregrine falcon was the fasted bird out there. They've been clocked with speeds up to 300 mph, or so it's been said. I know for sure they can go at least 250. Whysper loves to fly fast. That's what she was built for. She can nail a duck in mid flight and it won't know it's dead until five seconds after the neck was snapped.
Grinning, I adjusted the falconry gloves covering my hands. The worn leather had served me well for over the years.
We were walking around in the forest just on the outskirts of the town I lived in. It was in the western plains of Wyoming in a small town called Willow Falls, named after the waterfalls just north of where we were.
The worn path was slinking through the undergrowth. I steadily followed the trail. All I had was the sound of my own footsteps. Whysper disappeared over some tall trees, just long enough for me look down and check to make sure I was following the trees marked with a little cross hatch on the trunk at about eye level. Taking my knife, I made the three cuts deeper on one pine tree. I had to make sure that I could find my way to and from my usual spots.
The trees faded away as I entered a clearing. I stood on a hill over looking some of the plains. The trees restarted their march about a half mile away. The hill flattened out to the plains. I loved this spot. There was so much wildlife.
The deer were always traipsing through here. Ducks flew overhead from the Falls to wherever they pleased. I would watch them squawk and complain. Song birds whistled through the miles around us.
But the wolves were the most beautiful out here.
There was a pack that ran through here. They were always so graceful. I barely glimpsed them, but when I did, they always took my breath away. I think the alpha female should've had pups by now.
At a single whistle, my Peregrine came back to my arm. She settled down and let me stroke her head, tying the Jesse onto her foot. She sat there, content as I rested my hand on my knee. Her weight always made my arm sore.
After a while, I let her fly around as I tossed meat into the air, seeing if she could catch them. Most of the time, she did. But that's when I heard the wolves. I heard them howling in the distance. It was forlorn but beautiful. Smiling, I sat there and let the melody sing to me.
Good lord, it was cold outside!
Sure, it was a nice afternoon, but honestly, it was cold as heck. I shivered a little and wrapped my hunting jacket around my shoulders tighter. Whysper was flying circles overhead. I smiled a little as I looked up. My falcon called down happily. She was soaking up the sun on her stretched wings.
The Peregrine falcon was the fasted bird out there. They've been clocked with speeds up to 300 mph, or so it's been said. I know for sure they can go at least 250. Whysper loves to fly fast. That's what she was built for. She can nail a duck in mid flight and it won't know it's dead until five seconds after the neck was snapped.
Grinning, I adjusted the falconry gloves covering my hands. The worn leather had served me well for over the years.
We were walking around in the forest just on the outskirts of the town I lived in. It was in the western plains of Wyoming in a small town called Willow Falls, named after the waterfalls just north of where we were.
The worn path was slinking through the undergrowth. I steadily followed the trail. All I had was the sound of my own footsteps. Whysper disappeared over some tall trees, just long enough for me look down and check to make sure I was following the trees marked with a little cross hatch on the trunk at about eye level. Taking my knife, I made the three cuts deeper on one pine tree. I had to make sure that I could find my way to and from my usual spots.
The trees faded away as I entered a clearing. I stood on a hill over looking some of the plains. The trees restarted their march about a half mile away. The hill flattened out to the plains. I loved this spot. There was so much wildlife.
The deer were always traipsing through here. Ducks flew overhead from the Falls to wherever they pleased. I would watch them squawk and complain. Song birds whistled through the miles around us.
But the wolves were the most beautiful out here.
There was a pack that ran through here. They were always so graceful. I barely glimpsed them, but when I did, they always took my breath away. I think the alpha female should've had pups by now.
At a single whistle, my Peregrine came back to my arm. She settled down and let me stroke her head, tying the Jesse onto her foot. She sat there, content as I rested my hand on my knee. Her weight always made my arm sore.
After a while, I let her fly around as I tossed meat into the air, seeing if she could catch them. Most of the time, she did. But that's when I heard the wolves. I heard them howling in the distance. It was forlorn but beautiful. Smiling, I sat there and let the melody sing to me.
Notes
Hello everyone! I'm here with the second chapter. I hope you enjoyed it :)
-Chaos'sWolf
