Chapter 107

There was one large crimson backed goshawk, bored in her kennel. She stood two and a half feet tall, three feet long, with a wingspan just over six feet. Weighing six pounds, she was the size of a small eagle. I entered the kennel and untied her anklet from the post. It truly bothered me at the fact that she was tied up. I could tell she wasn't too big of a problem. Placing my forearm before her, she hopped onto the thick heavy glove, wings relaxed, ready to take wing. She stood eager for me to put on her hood. I walked out of the kennel, taken aback by the sight. A tall, milky skinned, black haired, fiercely chiseled, black leather sporting young man stood with a falcon on his mitt. He hooded the bird, turning to me. "Good luck with that bird." He smiled, leaving the Aviary. He was followed by other long wingers wearing similar tight leather clothes. None were as gorgeous as him though. I saw him before, but forgot who he was. In fact, he was at the brunch the other day but I didn't k