Stone Circle Little hawk

It was his young and simple mind that made his world so peacefully simple. While his mother and the rest of the pack grappled with tragedy and the love-with-nowhere-to-go that was grief, Swiftlet's concerns remained basic and unchanged. He slept because he was tired, and when he stirred awake to find his mother curled around him, he greeted her with rascally paws that mashed against her lips as he announced his next and most predictable concern.

I'm hungry.