He was old, wasn't he?
He refused to die these days- going body to body, going on adventures! After all, that was a whole world to explore out there- a world he couldn't explore when he was alive, that was for sure.
Come on, come on- where is it...." He huffed.
He had heard whispers and murmurs, heard that his former clan was ever so slowly dying, putting another tear in his stone heart. The falcon glided down, perching on a branch, looking around.
It was quiet.
He hated the quiet.
The falcon moved forward, hopping off branches, then gliding down the the ground. "Maybe... Is it around here? Its moved a few times, hadn't it?" Hm...... The bird paused, resting.
"Oui!" He called out, beginning to wait.