Tigalda arched, turned up his wings, and peeled away from the cliff. A screech of triumph exploded from deep in his being, piercing the dense air. Nothing made him feel so alive, more connected to his calling as an eagle.
Sanak sighed on the rocks below. “Well, he must have pulled it off,” he said aloud to himself. “Glad I don’t have to tell his father that his son biffed it.”