Legend of the Nimble Peregrine Falcon

They say that a real hunter should have the eye of a falcon. And how else can a hunter see the prey and shoot the right arrow right into its heart! Many people say so, but the northerners sincerely believe in it.
 
After the hunter proves his skill and perseverance in pursuit of the pioneer of the wastelands, he goes to the snow-capped mountains on the coast of the marginal sea. Yes, yes, the north only seems flat - in fact, there are many mountain ranges one higher than the other! And somewhere out there, high in the mountains, there are true hunters, to whose skill others can only reach out, but will never reach it. And the young bone hunter must overcome deep gorges, terrible glaciers and frozen steep cliffs in order to reach the sharp peaks on which peregrine falcons nest.
 
Peregrine falcons are small birds, inconspicuous and inconspicuous. And this is their strength: they cannot be seen against the background of gray rocks and gray ice as they circle in the sky above an unsuspecting victim. Peregrine falcons wait until the prey is at one point known to them, and then fold their wings and break down. They rush towards the victim like lightning, and the air behind them collapses – as if thunder booms from a clear sky. And no one will be able to avoid their blow.
 
It is for the eggs of the peregrine falcon that bone hunters go to the mountains. They carefully hide a single egg in their bosom, leave a piece of raw meat in the nest, and then go down to their village. They must carry this egg through all the dangers, not damage or break it, and then warm it in the warmth until the chick hatches. Then they feed and raise the peregrine falcon, and he recognizes them as his parents.
 
A hunter who has managed to get himself a nimble peregrine falcon is considered a master of his craft. His eyes no longer know fatigue, his hand is a miss. A bird circling above him in the sky allows him to look at the world with his own eyes. And his arrow will always hit exactly on target, like the claws of the northern falcon, falling down like lightning. The northerners believe in this.
 
Who knows, maybe the eyes of true bone hunters are really bird-like? We can only guess, looking at their helmets with bone masks that reliably hide their faces from the evil wind. And from curious glances.