I'll jump from the cliff and I'll build my wings on the way down
Henry eyes Eira as Noah surveys their quarry, watching her lower herself and - for all intents and purposes - look ready to hunt. Amusement softens his expression but his gaze rises quickly, to the turkeys as their gobbling voices lift a little higher in volume. Noah shifts more fully into a lynx, and Henry feels the tug of his own prompting him.
The eagle lowers into the grasses, though its body is not designed for silent and stealthy stalking. The calm grief and patience disappears, replaced by a pulsing drive. Noah's statement over the bond is muted by the eagle's instincts to rise and fly, to dive right in. Why waste time? His golden, sharp eyes trail across Noah's lithe frame briefly before they're narrowing over the grasses. Ducking and bunching his muscles, Henry gives in to the call of the hunt - perhaps too soon.
Closer, you say? His voice bears through the bond and suddenly he's off in a swoop of motion, stirring the grass and loose soil beneath him with the force of his wingspan.
Beating his wings to reach a fast momentum, he glides across the field and hones in on the turkeys. They react, of course, panicking and running in all directions (and looking rather ridiculous, while they're at it). The Stellar's Sea Eagle is the king snake of the bird world, its tastes not at all restricted by the relation it has to them. He relishes in their panic, that hunter's ambition calling him to take a dive, merciless talons extended.
(feel free to decide if he's successful or not!)
The eagle lowers into the grasses, though its body is not designed for silent and stealthy stalking. The calm grief and patience disappears, replaced by a pulsing drive. Noah's statement over the bond is muted by the eagle's instincts to rise and fly, to dive right in. Why waste time? His golden, sharp eyes trail across Noah's lithe frame briefly before they're narrowing over the grasses. Ducking and bunching his muscles, Henry gives in to the call of the hunt - perhaps too soon.
Closer, you say? His voice bears through the bond and suddenly he's off in a swoop of motion, stirring the grass and loose soil beneath him with the force of his wingspan.
Beating his wings to reach a fast momentum, he glides across the field and hones in on the turkeys. They react, of course, panicking and running in all directions (and looking rather ridiculous, while they're at it). The Stellar's Sea Eagle is the king snake of the bird world, its tastes not at all restricted by the relation it has to them. He relishes in their panic, that hunter's ambition calling him to take a dive, merciless talons extended.
(feel free to decide if he's successful or not!)
HENRY
