Lake Rodney meet me half-way

For Cathal, birds were always either predators or prey, but never both. Large birds were never something to bat an eye at.

At Iseldur's panicked yell he was quick to look up, eyes wide in fear. He didn't have a good track record with birds, and pàpa knew that well. He had adopted the boy after saving him from being pecked at by a gull, after all. He was still a puppy then, freshly escaped from his yard.

He lowered to to ground below the wolf, eyes wide with fear and ears flat to his head.

It will go away? He asked, voice hushed.