They say that a true hunter must have the eye of a falcon. And how else can a hunter see his prey and shoot a sure arrow right into its heart! Many people say so, but northerners sincerely believe it.

After the hunter has proven his skill and tenacity in pursuit of the pioneer of the wasteland, he sets off for the snowy mountains on the coast of the marginal sea. Yes, yes, the north only seems flat - in fact, there are many mountain ranges there, one higher than the other! And somewhere there, high in the mountains, live true hunters, whose skill others can only strive for, but will never achieve it. And the young bone hunter must overcome deep gorges, terrible glaciers and frozen cliffs to reach the sharp peaks on which peregrine falcons build their nests.

Peregrine falcons are small birds, inconspicuous and inconspicuous. And this is their strength: they are impossible to see 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 fly down. They rush towards the victim like lightning, and the air behind them collapses - as if thunder thunders from a clear sky. And no one can escape their blow.

It is for the peregrine falcon eggs 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, without damaging or breaking it, and then keep it warm until the chick hatches. They then feed and raise the peregrine falcon, who recognizes them as his parents.

A hunter who manages to catch a peregrine falcon is considered a master of his craft. His eyes no longer know fatigue, his hand never misses. A bird circling in the sky above him allows him to see the world with his own eyes. And his arrow will always hit the target, like the claws of a northern falcon, falling down like lightning. Northerners believe this.

Who knows, maybe the eyes of true bone hunters are really like those of a bird? We can only guess, looking at their helmets with bone masks that reliably hide their faces from the evil wind. And from curious glances.