Flight of the Eagle
A Tawny eagle soars above the grassy plains with malicious purpose, its massive wingspan buoyed by a warm current of air. It is hunting. Searching the ground below for targets. Superb eyes scan for the slightest of movements. Focused, optical precision can detect even the slightest rustle. And on the ground the raptors presence is felt by all manner of creatures. Even the Thomson Gazelle who are too big to get taken down by an eagle appear weary. Suddenly the eagle banks in their direction. The nervous gazelles look up to see the eagles steely gaze upon them. They scatter like leaves in the wind. They know only too well that Death not only stalks the ground here, but also hunts from a furious sky.