The hawk sits motionless in the treetop with its eyes closed, either resting or rehearsing hunts in its dreams. From its high perch, the hawk benefits from the air's buoyancy, sunlight, and view of the ground below as it scans for prey. The hawk's talons are locked onto the rough tree bark, and it sees the entire world and ability to kill wherever it wants as its own domain, given its perfect design and skills as a killer.