"I think you are falcon, too," she calls out, gliding after him. "Is why we get along. But many names in Russian, for different kinds.

Sredizemnomorsky Sokol," a pause as she watches his flight path, and then swoops in to cut it off, "Derbnik, and Stepnaya Pustelga, and Krechet, and Cheglok-"

Fire.

Miss.