Zhener

The wedge-tailed eagle, obviously very far from his homelands, soared high over the area. Over the many months, he had grown more accustom to this place, this vally. He could navigate it quite well, although he had yet to investigate the human areas. And it was just as well, for an eagle of his species would undoubtedly raise alarm and interest.

Looking for food for two of his good wolf friends, Zhener glided closer to the earth on a spanning pair of six-foot wings. It was desperately easy to get this eagle side-tracked, for he could go on and on talking and making friends out of complete strangers.

Zhener

Finding no food and fretting over Karai and Moonshadow, the eagel turned his searches elsewhere. To scavenging. Soaring back into the far heights of the sky, Zhener was quickly out of sight.