Black Feather

The peregrine falcon circles high above the sky, then dives down toward a crude nest with the two loon chicks in it. A few yards before the earth, Black Feather spreads his stunning dark blue wings and flutters lightly down on the chicks, careful not to harm them with his talons. He takes an uneasy rest; not feeling safe on the ground.

*Loon chick*

One loon chick fluffs its downy pre-feathers, then falls to sleep. The second chick doesn't move at all... it has died from starvation. And the egg doesn't move either, for nothing living was within it.

Black Feather

The falcon shivers against the strong winds as it cuts through his feathers like a knife. He felt he shouldn't be hear... not on the ground, not with this loon chick, not in this cold. He wanted to be with Darkstorm, but he didn't see him around. Black Feather leapt from the ground, flapping his wings to gain lift. But there was enough wind to simply sweep him up with the wings extended. The falcon struggled to gain control in the fierce winds and snow, then took off towards the human's town.