With Fiadh off snarling at a pair of poor coyotes, the pups were unguarded. Presumably safe, right? Fiadh's just over there after all, dealing with another threat.
But the eagle was circling, and there was one pup separated from the rest, chasing it's shadow without the thought of looking up. An easy meal, perfect for her own nest of hatchlings waiting for her return.
The eagle dove, talons outstretched, sinking them into the soft grey pup before frantically flapping to try and get away before the green mother returned. But shit, this was a heavy one, and she wasn't rising as fast as she would like.
A few feet, but she hears the mother shouting.