Heron Lake Plateau I believe I can touch the sky

Finley and Elwood weren’t bad parents, per se, but they seemed unable to catch a break.

In the five minutes that Elwood had turned his back, Tywyll had toddled a short distance from him. At right about the time that Elwood was glancing around for the boy, having noticed his absence from the immediate vicinity, he heard shrieking and his blood ran cold.

He turned toward the sound to find a bird trying to make off with his son. He emitted an outraged snarl and flung himself at the puppy and avian, hoping to at least startle the eagle into letting Tywyll go — and if it didn’t release him, his teeth would be quick to aim in the bird’s direction.