Heron Lake Plateau I believe I can touch the sky

Ridge struggled to get off the ground, and it didn't help that the pup started to squirm and squeal. It hindered the eagle even more from making off with his meal. All of a sudden, sharp teeth penetrated his feathers and skin. They were tiny punctures, but sharp teeth still hurt. Ridge screeched his opposition, just before he heard a much more fierce growl. 

He turned his head to see a wolf coming at him. He had no choice but to drop the pup to the ground and attempt to make his escape. Hopefully the wolf would stop to check on its offspring instead of retaliating against him. The golden eagle flapped his wings hard, lifting himself off the ground foot by foot, his talons waiting and willing to rip into flesh if the adult came after him.