Fox had finished setting up the training tent, as his mother had directed. A single tent, six meters high and three meters long. Three logs at increasing hights, one at one meter, one at two and a half meters, and one at five meters. He placed meat on the one meter high log, and went to fetch the bird, a young kestrel that had just become mature enough to begin training.
The bird was secured to his glove with the jesses and had a hood to cover it's eyes. He removed the hood and untied the jesses, letting the kestrel take fight. It flew around for a bit, he watched it.
He then gave a small whistle, one that was used to call the attention of any of the birds in his and his mother's care. The kestrel looked at Fox, and flew back to him, but didn't land on his glove. He gave another whistle, and pointed to the meat. The bird flew towards it, but kept circling it. A few minutes later the bird swooped down and took the meat to the ground and ate it.