Dawn Treader Valley some people think it's a curse

The sound of the falcon's cries drew him closer- and while he neared the scene with caution, he was able to cacth glimpses of a dark wolf which seemingly had the falcon pinned, closer to the ground. Only on occasion could he see a tawny wing flap, and hear its piercing cries. The wolf looked young- perhaps its inexperience was what kept it from making a clean kill. He knew the danger of those long, curved talons, the young one could easily lose an eye to it, or worse-

and perhaps the child's life would be worth bargaining for, if he managed to save her from the falcon. 

He drew closer with the intention of helping- still being mindful to keep out of the other wolf's line of sight, and moving as quietly as he could though in the valley, the dry grasses made secretive steps more difficult. Still- she was distracted, and by the time he'd managed to draw close enough to get a rough guesstimate on her age, he noticed something peculiar about her activities. 

She wasn't trying to grab and kill the falcon. She was trying to save it. 

He remained where he was, watching. He would let her receive her scars, then- so she might learn the repercussions of mercy. With a fluttering of brown feathers, the bird was freed, but it did not immediately abandon her. He couldn't see her face to know if she'd managed to free it unscathed- but he wondered now if the creature might ever repay its debt. He knew birds had their own agenda- but that they could be intelligent, too.

"We don't often see charity like that out in the desert," He commented from a distance.