(It was losing its human language rapidly now, the eagle’s small can toi brain incapable of holding it, and reverting back to the simple but powerful tongue of the unformed.)
Yet all was not lost. The eagle’s body wouldn’t last long—an hour, two at the most—but right now it was strong and hot and eager, a honed weapon which Tak grasped in the most intimate way. It ruffled the bird’s wings and rose into the air as the dama embraced his damane. (It was losing its human language rapidly now, the eagle’s small can toi brain incapable of holding it, and reverting back to the simple but powerful tongue of the unformed.)
