One of the younger members of the clan had flown up to him. He glanced at her casually - Scarny was her name, at least that was what he thought it was. Fuzzy memories came back to Angka, Scarny had been involved in some sort of trouble recently. Angka looked at the young female, amusement filling him at the way she requested permission to speak. "Yes, young one? Make it quick."
Miles away, Anders ravaged a young doe that had caught his eye. It hadn't been long since he had first learned how to hunt, and he was still perfecting that skill. The kill had been sloppy, even by his standards. But he had downed the doe, and was happy to tear the flesh from the carcass, seeing as how he hadn't eaten in days. Game was growing increasingly rare, and many Aigles were starting to die of starvation. Meals were reserved for the Elders, and whatever scraps that were left got passed down to the rest of the flock. Many years Aigles had to resort to hunting wild game.
Jensen watched through the scope of his rifle as the eagle had chased down its prey, talons ripping the throat out of a doe. He was under strict orders to monitor the eagles movements, in an attempt to find out where the rest of the flock was. The job was frustrating, not because it was difficult to follow an eagle, but because it was numb numbingly boring. It's going to be a long day, he thought. He couldn't wait to get back to his cabin, pop open a cold drink, and just sit there, relaxing.