A Flyaway [Closed to Mwhahaha]

Donovan Crater carefully stepped out of the stuffy Bird Hall, a young falcon perched on his left forearm. In his right hand he held the end of a leather tether that was attached to the falcon's leg.

"Alright Caesar," Donovan whispered to the bird as if the animal were a small child. "You can do this."

Slowly Donovan untied to strap that had grounded the bird. Caesar stayed in place on the thick glove Donovan wore.

Please The boy mentally begged of the bird. Donovan had been training Caesar since the young falcon's birth and today was going to be the day the training finally clicked in the falcon's brain.

Hopefully.

Donovan swiveled his arm up, pushing Caesar towards the sky to take wing. The bird briefly unhooked its claws form the boy's arm before returning again. Donovan tried again and the bird flew a bit farther but still came back down. Donovan's brow creased with thought and jammed his arm up a bit harder than he ought to.

Caesar shrieked and flew at the resident's face. Donovan ducked, throwing his arms over his head as Caesar flew a semi circle and started off towards the early pink sun.

"Caesar!" Donovan called after the bird, racing through the grounds, and leaping over the fence into the open field where some of the District's cattle is kept. "CAESAR!"

Donovan kept his eyes on the creature as it swooped down into a distance farm. the District five boy forced his legs to move as he stumbled over a gate to use the road. When the Crater boy reached the farm's gate he placed a hand on the top and threw himself over.
"Caesar?" Donovan whispered into the waking farm. He cursed himself for not grabbing any meat to lure the beast. Just as Donovan Crater spotted his bird a young voice rang out from behind him.