Wherever he goes, this winter, I will follow him. I will share the fear, and the exaltation, and the boredom of the hunting life. I will follow him till my predatory human shape no longer darkens in terror the shaken kaleidoscope of colour that stains the deep fovea of his brilliant eye. My pagan head shall sink into the winter land, and there be purified.
J.A. Baker, The Peregrine