Forest

'A little further...' The falcon mentally urged himself to keep flying, to push himself forward against the fatigue that was starting to make his mind swim and his muscles feel like lead. The winter wind cut through his brown feathers like the claws of a cat, further zapping his strength and lashing against the wounds he carried along his left wing and back. His strength was waning fast, and even as he willed himself to stay aloft and reach his destination, the little raptor felt himself falling closer and closer to the earth. Forest beat his wings furiously in an attempt to gain altitude, but this effort was too much for his wounded, worn out muscles and caused his damaged wing to seize and send him spiraling helplessly to the ground. Before he hit loamy ground and before the world went black around him, Forest uttered an agonized, piercing cry into the frigid air.

Tainted; Everest; Pendu

Food was scarce in the winter, forcing the animals to look for new resources, whether it was plants or meat. Everest figured there might be tundra grasses at the eskers, but he wasn't about to lead the herd here without knowing first.
Alongside him was Tainted, who came along to search for possible prey. Paslen-Proval and Oak Prairie had an alliance to some degree. The affiliation was mostly during wartime, but many of the members of the two groups mingled with each other sometimes.
And upon Everest's antlers perched Pendu, a little junco weighing not even an ounce, and with a striking pitch black head on a brown body.
Suddenly, the sound of flapping wings reached their ears. Tainted caught the faint smell of blood, and Pendu's eyes soon located the wounded falcon. Being the natural prey of the average falcon, the little sparrow-like bird jumped down between Everest's impressively forked antlers for protection, chirping the alarm call.
Tainted, however, had a soft spot for birds. At Paslen-Proval, birds were welcome as messengers, lookouts and spies. A Paslen-Proval member may even be punished for hunting a bird. Well, turkeys and chickens were alright, but no songbirds, shorebirds, seabirds, or birds of prey.
Hearing the cry of the falling falcon, Tainted bolted over, jumping to try to gently catch the bird in her mouth to keep it from sustaining further damage from the fall...if she wasn't too late.

Forest

The small, hybrid raptor weighed next to nothing in the canine's jaws. He was motionless for many long moments, with his head lolled back and one wing angled sideways from Tainted's jaws. With the taste of blood from his wounds and the sheer lack of movement, it would seem as though the little falcon had already expired by the time she caught him, but if she waited patiently... "Link..? Zhen?" The bird's voice was barely a squeak of a whisper, so faint that even Tainted and her keen canine ears would strain to hear it. His eyes fluttered open partially and he tried to make sense of the upside-down world he was viewing, hanging from Tainted's jaws. "Where..."