Karl hadn’t seen an eagle perched this close to the ground. He’d seen them lurking high in trees near the shore and soaring over the lake, descending with deadly grace to snatch fish from the water.
He was suddenly curious how close it would allow him to approach before flying off.
As if understanding the human’s intent, the eagle locked its predatory eyes on Karl before he completed his first stroke. Thirty feet, twenty… ten…
Karl was close enough to see the the sharpness of the beast’s ebony talons.
He paddled in reverse slowly, the eagle glaring at his retreat.
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