Lost Creek Hollow goldeagle

He regarded her with kind eyes, remaining quite still as she stared at him. Had there been any malice in her eyes he might have withered, but as it was, he could only discern curiosity. She herself was a remarkable creature- with ombré fur, and a pale nose that made her eyes stand out. A tip of her head came as a good sign; Skáld'a tail waved, and he drew a bit closer. 

"How doing?" He asked, his voice gentle, featherlight.