Big feathered friend

Ezra looked up at his mother with the sweetest, most pleading eyes he could possibly muster while she started musing about whether his new friend could stay with him or not. He hadn't really thought about the eagle and his mother's raven not getting along and when he glanced back at where the eagle was perched, he saw the raven watching the larger bird a bit nervously, but his eagle friend didn't really seem to pay him much mind. Actually, it just looked like the black and chestnut raptor was just watching him and his mom so surely he'd be alright - right? When he looked back at Azariah again, he could see her starting to give in and the moment she nodded a huge grin crossed his face and he was just about to hop up and thank her when she stopped him with a cautionary paw.

Her stipulation seemed easy enough and he looked back up at his new friend with a questioning look. The eagle looked to him and then to the raven perched near him and back again before giving an odd whistling noise in response with a nod of his head. Ezra grinned and looked back to his mother with a nod as well. Easy! Then came the usual mothering and fussing over his wounds that he had honestly forgotten about and he didn't put up any fuss while she looked them over and checked on them all. He held up his right leg where the worst one was so she could do whatever it was that healers do to bites and stuff. It was all stuff that he didn't really take to as much as some of his siblings seemed to be.

"I'm fine!" he insisted to his mother's worrying while he tried to hold still despite his excitement. He realized that since his mother's raven had a name he should probably have a name for his eagle too! After all, he couldn't just keep calling him eagle, could he? "Momma, what should I name him? He needs a cool name!" He hummed to himself for a moment before grinning and adding, "Is there a cool word for eagle? Like in the words you teach daddy!"