Firefly Glen [M] stop, don't save yourself

The play continued as the bear angrily swiped and chomped and spun. For his part, the eagle sat on his pine perch, grabbing it idolly with his foot, clamping it shut, then open, then shut, then open. He preened his beautiful feathers, removing some of the dirt that had accrued during his tailing of the monster.

At last, he did his duty, launching himself from the tree and swooping low again over the mess of attacking wolves and bear. He called shrilly, noisily. Yet again, though, his talons remained relaxed. The eagle went past them to another, better tree. Adjusting himself, he ruffled his feathers and looked on.