Arialla screeched again, her wings moving powerfully as she prepared to ... take off, and leave her kill to the panther, because she knew that if she couldn't scare the other predator off, she couldn't face it in a fight either.
Then the other Attuned's voice came through, and Arialla paused in confusion. It took her a moment to adjust, to set aside her eagle's pride and let human thoughts assert themselves. Part of her was still miffed at the panther's attempt to steal her kill. But she could definitely see that sharing was a better solution than fighting.
If it was your dinner, you should have gotten to it faster, she offered, not without a hint of humor. But, then, in a more conciliatory tone, she added, I'm not going to eat it all. Why don't we share?
Then the other Attuned's voice came through, and Arialla paused in confusion. It took her a moment to adjust, to set aside her eagle's pride and let human thoughts assert themselves. Part of her was still miffed at the panther's attempt to steal her kill. But she could definitely see that sharing was a better solution than fighting.
If it was your dinner, you should have gotten to it faster, she offered, not without a hint of humor. But, then, in a more conciliatory tone, she added, I'm not going to eat it all. Why don't we share?
Arialla
Freedom. Flight. Grace. Keen-sight.
"Golden Eagle - Mongolia" by carfull...from Wyoming is licensed with CC BY-NC-ND 2.0.
