Majestic loner.

Piercing glance.
Perched in a snow-dusted pine tree.
Surveying his domain.

Eternal hunter.
Golden eyes.
Gliding through the canyon.
Swooping down unto prey.

May he find his salmon run,
Relieve his hunger,
and be free
to fly away from here.




Penned by my hand on the 16th of Ero, in the year 286 AF.