"I like falconry, to tell you the truth. I don't get pack instinct like you, but there's something - feeling so in synch with another living thing, for something as primal as hunting, when the other end of that thread is a thing that flies -"

He shakes his head. "The hawks never like me quite as much as I like them. They're my cats, I suppose. But you've got a sharp eye. Those are peregrines. Bar magic, when they dive those are the fastest things alive under the sun."