Minerva sat down on the back step of the caravan with her steaming mug of coffee, plenty of sugar.
From beneath, came the sound of scrabbling claws and rattle of bones as Frankie emerged. He headbutted her leg gently and she absently smoothed out the spectral feathers on his head.
"You been up all night keeping watch?"
Frankie squawked quietly.
"Good boy." She sipped her coffee. "Go have a run. See if you can find a rabbit or something."
The raptor squawked again, happily, and bounced off into the tall grass at speed. Leaving puffs of dust in his wake.