a hunting trip, that's all it was. you were gathering food with him, for his father and the rest of the tribe. and, technically, you had done just that. you had gotten the meat.. you just hadn't returned when you said you would.

the sun was setting slowly and peacefully over the grizzlies, the only disturbance of the painted sky being the silhouettes of various birds that now were nothing but black outlines.

eagle seemed.. abnormally peaceful. for someone as headstrong as eagle, it was odd.