Moonspear pomegranate

Cameo

The mountain is great and pure. The winter air fights against his feathers as he soars overhead. Drafts of warmer currents lift his great wingspan far above the lives of the lupine residents, whom he takes no interest in. He can see them through the spots between the trees, eying them to see if it is a hunt. The density of the mountain pack and the glen below it appear brimming and full, and so he is attracted to this place of successful predators.

It is food that he seeks, but he does not think that they will have it for him today. Sharply and loudly, he speaks to them in the form of the call of his kind. His shadow casts below and startles rodents on the ground and in the trees, whose tiny heartbeats hasten as the eagle incites fear of the great darkness he will bring them.