Majesty Above the Canyon

As the last light of day paints the sky, you gaze up to witness a Fearow emerge from the crags. The air thrums with power of it ascends, each beat claiming dominion over the mountainous realm below. With a piercing cry that echoes through the canyon, the Fearow heralds in the twilight. And as it soars higher, the Fearow becomes barely visible against the kaleidoscope of the evening.