Heron Lake Plateau I believe I can touch the sky

If his son's life wasn't on the line, Elwood might have thought the sight of the bird struggling to lift Tywyll was comical. Maybe in a few weeks he would look back on it and laugh, but for now, he found nothing about the situation to be funny. His lunge had been enough to make the eagle release Tywyll from its grip, and as it started to elevate itself with a few strong flaps of its wings, Elwood turned his attention to his son.

"Are you okay?" he asked as he examined the boy, nudging him with his snout and identifying his wounds. He didn't appear to be gravely injured, but the puncture wounds were bleeding, and he certainly wanted to have Raven check him out as soon as the coast was clear. Hunching protectively over the pup, Elwood craned his neck to growl up at the eagle, golden eyes watching sharply to ensure that it was really leaving.