Heron Lake Plateau I believe I can touch the sky

An eagle. A bird. He noted this and tucked it away the best he could in his young mind. He had seen birds before but never ever as big as this one had been. He chewed at the feather and then began to hack it out as a bit of the downier bit stuck to his tongue. Once it was spit out he sat back on his haunches and sniffed at himself. The wounds throbbed and he was still a bit shaken up but he knew he was safe and his father didn't seem to be too mad, so all was right in his opinion. He looked up quickly as he was scolded, ears going back. He stood up and gave his father a quick,  apologetic lick under the chin "Sowwy..."he murmured and nodded to show he understood.