Today's OneWord: Falcon

I could see the glint of a falcon's wings as it dipped past the end of the cliff, blending in with the white, angular rocks. I heard its shriek, its battle cry. I remembered the sword at my side, which I unsheathed and used to cut the remaining meat from last night's meal into easily chewable strips. When I began to feed the jerky to my injured friend, she coughed and spluttered but did not fight me.