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The fields stretch out as far as you can see until they become blankets of bright blue gentian flowers. You throw a strip of jerky for Josie, and she surges forth eagerly. Degen calls out for your group to line up and toss treats for each of your birds, timing their speeds. Beaumont's bird takes some coaxing to get going, but once she warms up, is eager to fly.

Out here, the air tastes clean. Compared to the lowlands, it's fresh and bright.

Your heart races as the wind whips around your face. Josie picks up the pace; her dives are faster than either of the others, and she nips back in the time it takes for Dominique's owl to catch anything. Beside you, Asher claps and cheers, and strokes Josie's chest each time she returns.

Close by, Beaumont is calling crisp commands to their hawk; when they see you looking, they raise a hand in a brief salute to you.

"Your bird's a lovely animal," they say. "Congratulations."

"She's a good one," you say, watching as Josie soars and dives.

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