The grief Arthur felt was too strong, and Right couldn't help but notice it. He used his smooth beak to nudge against Arthur's chest.
"Screech screech~ Screech screech~" His soft voice was filled with concern, as if he was saying, "I like you too. I like you too."
Arthur lowered his head, putting his forehead against Right's. He took in a deep breath, feeling complicated.
"Good little eagle, I'll treat you very well, better than your mommy." So… I'm sorry.
He saved a lot of young children and helped many sick females in his lifetime. However, he was helpless when facing his own children's death.
The little eagle's mommy would have other children, but he wouldn't.
Although his mate hadn't removed his spousal mark and he still had a chance to return to her side, he wouldn't have another chance at reproduction. It'd be impossible for him to get the chance to take care of such an adorable and frail life anymore.
