malaeck stood unable to breathe as he watched the magnificent creature before him , marvelled at its beauty as the wind from its wings swept across his face , as it circled once before disappearing into the horizon , carrying with it the children that he hunted but as he gazed after them he realised for the first time in as long as he could remember that he felt no fear , no anger , no hatred , just a deep sense of loss and sadness ; that they hadnt taken him with them .