Author's Notes:
Written for Challenge 411: Hawk at dw100.

Summary: This place might look a lot like earth, but it isn’t.

The planet could have been earth, and to be honest Rory wasn’t completely convinced it wasn’t. There were wide, rolling, grassy plains dotted with distant herds of grazing animals, scattered trees and bushes, patches of longer grass where predators might conceal themselves when hunting their prey, tiny creatures rustling in the undergrowth, and even a hawk of some description hovering high above them in the clear blue sky.

He pointed it out to Amy.

“Oh, that’s no hawk,” said the Doctor. “It’s one of the natives.”

“The people here have wings?”

“That depends on your definition of the word ‘people’.”

The End