Redtail Rise aquila chrysaetos

the clawan rumbled. the touch to his mouth brought food for the boy, chunks of elk meat he had carried from a kill felled days ago.

but it would do.

he licked saliva from his jaws, then gave a low croon for @Prophet or @Avicus. blood eyes and red woman must decide. 

their pups would number nine if they took him. and that would be nine mouths unable to shed enough blood until spring.

but instinct kept him close, a guardian over the young of his own kind.