Grimm
His claws scraped against the stone as he watched the eagle hop and maneuver in a manner that didn't suggest instinct. The form was natural, but the gentle method with which it disrupted and calmed the small birds was not. Most winged creatures of that size would avoid their smaller, annoyingly bright cousins, preferring solidarity or the limited exposure brought with the hunt. And yet, this one didn't appear to be hunting, and Grimm became increasingly suspicious of the eagle.
Spreading his wings, he caught a ride on the wind to carry him closer, wind ruffling the brown and white plumage of his feathers to keep him aloft. He circled overhead the enclosure, his sharp gaze assessing as his gruff voice called out through the bond, Who're you? A slow flap of his wings and he angled around again, careful not to disturb the birds below as the suspected intruder had. Wha's your pu'pose 'ere? he asked, the depth of his voice sounding like the low grumble of a dangerous beast warning from the depths of a cave.
Spreading his wings, he caught a ride on the wind to carry him closer, wind ruffling the brown and white plumage of his feathers to keep him aloft. He circled overhead the enclosure, his sharp gaze assessing as his gruff voice called out through the bond, Who're you? A slow flap of his wings and he angled around again, careful not to disturb the birds below as the suspected intruder had. Wha's your pu'pose 'ere? he asked, the depth of his voice sounding like the low grumble of a dangerous beast warning from the depths of a cave.
We need to be like the eagle
and have a fearless spirit of a conqueror!
