Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190815003529/@comment-5543592-20190821140121

The hawk screamed again and swooped low, missing Jack's antlers by mere inches, it's talons open. It spread its wings, catching wind, only a few feet off the road in front of them.

It sped towards a young woman, perhaps in her mid to late twenties, walking on the road side not to far ahead of them. The hawk tucked it's wings in and turned upwards sharply. It's wings opened, stopping it sharply, and it alighted on her shoulder. It cawed once in her ear.

She turned, hands resting on the pommel of the sword on her hip. It was long, narrow bladed, but razor sharp. She spotted the riders three hundred feet off and waited for them to approach. She seemed to be talking to the bird.