Starlyn awoke to a hazy pink sunrise through thick fluffy clouds. Birds glided through the sky, allowing the brisk wind to carry them on their journey to new lands. She still lay upon the top of the hill where she strayed during the night. All remained silent around her except for a few murmurs between the men at the bottom of the hill in camp. A warm smile came upon her face as she whistled into the wind at the birds. Four birds flew in the distance, but one glided apart from the others, and when it heard her call, it immediately soared toward her. Its beauty outmatched any other bird in the sky with its head as white as the clouds and its body as brown as the bark on evergreen trees. Starlyn smiled at the bald eagle, the proudest bird of the sky.
The large bird landed on her outstretche
