From my upcoming book.
Rootok..The Shaman –
Though his body ached in the wicked cold, he had to reach the one eagle he could trust.
Soaring at high altitude, moving his wings as little as possible to remain invisible to prying eyes.
The snow-covered mountain held thick, billowy clouds for cover.
If he broke into the sunlight, the glare would blind any eagle who might be looking his way.
Rootok flew toward the steep rock promontory in the distance. The pointed, basalt cliffs thrust above the tumultuous Bering Sea like a spearhead.
Rootok gazed down the island chain.
A curved necklace of snow-capped, cone-shaped mountains, some smoked as they curved to the horizon, disappearing west and east.