Laird of the Wind
“The goshawk thrashed and flapped at the limit of the tightened jesses.
James tilted his head to avoid another fierce pass of a wingtip. "Isobel, there is some cooked meat in my pouch over there. Can you get it, and tear it into bits?" She did so, and came forward cautiously, glancing up at the furious, struggling hawk. She handed the meat to James, who took it in his free hand while Isobel stepped away quickly.
Her gaze, like his, centered on the frenzied bird and its wide, sweeping wings, its flexing talons. James held his arm out patiently, though his muscles ached from the effort of resisting the hawk's strength.
With the other hand he held the food. He would not exert force over the bird. He knew the tiercel was hungry and tired, and he hoped that the appeal of easy food, and the discipline of previous training, would assert itself.
Finally the goshawk raked its wings more slowly and settled on James's offered fist with a decisive flapping. The bird cocked a resentful golden eye t...oward him.MoreLess
James tilted his head to avoid another fierce pass of a wingtip. "Isobel, there is some cooked meat in my pouch over there. Can you get it, and tear it into bits?" She did so, and came forward cautiously, glancing up at the furious, struggling hawk. She handed the meat to James, who took it in his free hand while Isobel stepped away quickly.
Her gaze, like his, centered on the frenzied bird and its wide, sweeping wings, its flexing talons. James held his arm out patiently, though his muscles ached from the effort of resisting the hawk's strength.
With the other hand he held the food. He would not exert force over the bird. He knew the tiercel was hungry and tired, and he hoped that the appeal of easy food, and the discipline of previous training, would assert itself.
Finally the goshawk raked its wings more slowly and settled on James's offered fist with a decisive flapping. The bird cocked a resentful golden eye t...oward him.MoreLess
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