Nova Peak keep the rage tender

Cameo. Feel free to notice.

There was a disquieted edge to the great bird's flight pattern as it soared through the clouds. Dark eyes scanned the barren earth below, and eventually, spotted an equally dark figure that seemed to capture its attention. There was nowhere to land - no trees to hide in - so the bird simply circled above its quarry, winging down as low as it dared to better hear the conversation.