Ava cautiously stepped closer and gently held out her hand. The eagle didn’t flinch. Instead, it seemed to study her, its sharp golden eyes focused on hers in an oddly human-like way.
She brought it inside, offering it some water, and placed it on a soft blanket by the window. The eagle rested, its feathers shimmering with a mysterious iridescence.
Something about its appearance felt strange, but Ava brushed it off as the rare beauty of the bird.