Silverwing & Skylane
Silverwing
I was watching the flock of hawks over the ridge last night, and it struck me how their flight path reads like a map—quiet, precise, almost a compass. Have you ever tried to track a bird’s journey the way we track our prey?
Skylane
Wow, the hawks do read like a map, each turn a decision point. I’ve tried tracing their routes in a notebook, but the sky throws in surprises—one wrong turn and the whole path shifts. I love that tension between order and chaos, it’s the pulse of the wild.
Silverwing
The world is a map that never stays the same, and the only map we can trust is the one inside us. Keep your focus tight, and let the winds of change steer you where you need to go.
Skylane
I hear you, and that’s why I keep a mental compass. The world shifts, but the inner map stays—just keep tightening the focus and let the wind do the rest.
Silverwing
That’s what a true tracker does—keep the internal bearings steady while letting the wind do its work. Keep your ears open, your eyes sharper, and let the path reveal itself.
Skylane
Exactly. I keep my mental compass tight, watch for those subtle air currents, and when the wind changes I adjust the route in real time. It's like a dance between order and chaos, but the path always reveals itself if you stay tuned.