"Thank you," Wendy spoke softly, still shaking from her near death experience. She looked over at the older hawk gratefully. Spitting the vine out of his mouth, he grumbled quietly, "Whatever. Shut up." Laying down, he silently examined his right foot, the one that had been stuck in the small crevice. Thankfully, it didn't seem injured, at least from Wendy's point of view. The young hawk cut herself free from the vine she had wrapped around herself and laid down just as the old red tailed hawk stood up. Gulping, the youngster tipped her head back and looked up at him with wide eyes, wondering what he was going to say or do.
Tired, sore and soaking wet, Tiberius glanced up at the sky above. Dark clouds continued to roll in, signaling an incoming storm. And a large one at that. Sighing heavily, the old hawk looked over at Wendy. "Come on," he muttered reluctantly. Despite how much he despised her and the thoughts he had that he was being replaced by her, the red tail had to admit that she was very brave a few moments ago. Plus, she had saved his life. And she had done that willingly and at the risk of her own life. Acts like that took guts, a whole lot of them. That had to mean something, anything. Without saying another word or checking to see if Wendy would follow, Tiberius headed for the nearby woods, hoping to find some kind of shelter before the storm got worse.
The sound of small and quiet footsteps was enough for Tiberius to know that Wendy was following him.
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Two Birds of a Feather
FanfictionThere's a new addition in the small family consisting of Tiberius and his owner. The old hawk and the arrival known as Wendy need to learn how to get along though. And it doesn't exactly help with a petnapper on the loose.
