Just when Ethan had begun thinking he had lost the Skyrend Hawk in this rocky nightmare, his nose twitched just like a dog smelling its lunch being made.
He caught onto a faint scent, one that was metallic and unmistakable.
'Blood.'
Ethan began moving towards it without hesitation, his body hunched and approaching cautiously. He was truly like an Ulfen, even if only Minor Assimilation.
Eventually, he found the source.
There was a narrow crevice between two rock formations, a small cave-like gap. Within it hid the injured Skyrend Hawk, trying to rest and recover.
As much as its eyes were incredible, perfect vision from the sky. Its other senses? Well, they were nothing special. And before it knew it, Ethan was among it and lunged into the crevice.
The hawk screeched and tried to take off, but it was too slow as he grabbed it by the neck mid-flap. This was the best look he had of the beast, and it wasn't much bigger than a normal hawk.
