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Brent's tremendous black-tipped wings bent downward to capture the breeze and carry him just slightly up, and he outspread the talons on his feet to land on the top of a tall conifer. From there, he had a perfect view of the vast woods, and a glimmering golden figure captured his attention immediately. Bellowing another screech to signal to the scouts on the ground that he'd found the target, he began to descend gracefully toward the stranger, his long headplumes rippling lightly in the wind.
The golden figure stood completely still, the only movement being her feathers ruffling in the slight breeze.
Brent angled his wings inward to make a Falcon dive for her tree, long legs extended forward with his wickedly curved talons slowly spreading to grasp a branch. He opened his wings once more and deftly angled them upward to gracefully descend onto his desired branch not far from her. "State your name and business here," he ordered sternly, his countenance stoic and severe.