No doubt about it, Tom was in a tight spot. Being carried away from the orcs by the giant eagle certainly seemed like a rescue at the time, but now he was stuck. The nest was maybe three yards in diameter and contained four eggs, each the size of a potbelly stove. Tom, eggs and nest rested on the top of a crag so high that Tom saw more clouds than ground when he looked down.
The mother had been gone for some time when the first egg started to crack.
Tom’s last thoughts were, maybe they’ll imprint on me.