First Assignment 4: Seperated.

"Something's coming, and it's moving really fast" Clara reported as she watched the creature approaching through the eyes of her falcon.

"In which direction and how long before it gets here?" Owen asked.

"West—and judging by its speed, we've only got a couple of minutes before it gets here," Clara said, pointing in the direction of the approaching primal.

"I see," Owen nodded before continuing, "that means you guys have a few—"

Before he could finish, Clara abruptly cut in.

"I think I can take it down from here," she said, her eyes still locked onto the approaching target through her falcon's vision.

Without waiting for Owen's reply, she summoned her rifle, swiftly adjusting the scope.

As she synced her vision with her falcon's, the approaching primal became crystal clear despite the dense foliage obstructing normal sight.

The trees no longer mattered—she could see it as if it were right in front of her.