The young Temudjin looked out over the steppes. All he could see was just endless land and a black falc flying over the red hill. Could there possibly be a nest on it and some young falcs in it thought the young boy. It would be the perfect gift for his father Yesugei, khan of the Borjigins, and it would surely impress him if he could bring a little bird to his yurt. Temudjin looked for his brothers and together they rode towards the red hill.