"Caw!" The cry of the Worclaw Eagle that Ryncol captured some time ago echoed through the open field as it spread its wings wide.
It had been over a week since he had captured it, and over that time, he had made sure to spend a lot of time by its side, trying to communicate with it. All of his effort had paid off, and the Worclaw Eagle had warmed up to him to the point where it allowed him to pet it, and even perched on his forearm or shoulder.
Now, it was time to give the Worclaw Eagle its name, as well as its wings back.
"Caw!" The eagle took to the skies, flapping its wings to shoot around the opening. It flew around for a couple of minutes before returning to land on Ryncol's outstretched forearm.
