Spotted Eagle Mountain that shattered feeling, well the cause of it's a lesson learned

the knitting of his injury had been slow, but sure — merrick could move now, though instinct told him to rest as often as he could. thanks to whatever blessing the cosmos had seen fit to toss down upon him, he had been granted meat, and marrow to lick from bony caverns. his body grew stronger, and though he would linger another day or two in the shadow of the eagles, merrick knew he must soon press onward.
it was they he heard screaming, angered shrieks that promised a bloodied retribution. curious, the boy limped through the dappled shadows, braving a ridgeline to see the taloned birds diving at a slim she-wolf darting between the grounded nests, and from here he could scent the dripping crimson on her jaws. the boy admired her for a long moment before his features narrowed into one of scrutiny, and he found himself calling out "you're a fool for that."