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Shayla, The Eagle

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I met Caleb during my adolescence. I was still learning how to fly on my own. As I recall, it was a windy day.  I heard all of this barking and crying. It sounded as though something was being attacked. So, I flew closer to where the noise was coming from. There were 2 wolves and they were picking on another smaller one. I didn’t think, I just went into attack mode. I startled all of them.  The 2 bigger wolves scattered but, the smaller one was injured and he was struggling to move. He looked emaciated. I went to a nearby bush and began gathering sticks around him. I hunted down a mouse and dropped it to him. He looked shocked at my kindness. But, still very guarded.
For the next 3 weeks, I checked on  him everyday and kept him fed and warm…from a distance of course. Eventually, he was doing better and I could tell that he missed his pack. Of course, I knew that they were not far away. I searched for his mother and through  the forest grapevine, I got word out to her about the location of her son. I followed her by air and the day that she found him. She looked up at me as if she knew that I was the one keeping him alive. She nodded and I flew away back to my life as an Eagle.


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