Chapter 34

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Waking up the next morning, Wendy was surprised to find two mice laying a few inches away from her. A little farther away was Tiberius, who had just laid down and beginning to eat his own mice. Picking up the first one and swallowing it whole, he noticed that the young hawk was watching him. Huffing, he growled quietly, "Eat." Without saying another word, he moved on to his second mouse. Hungry, Wendy ate her mice happily. It wasn't long until both hawks had finished their breakfast.

Briefly cleaning the fluffy down on her left shoulder, Wendy noted that she was beginning to grow some feathers. Within a few days she would lose all of her fluffy down and look a little bit more like an adult, minus the red tail feathers. Plus, she had a lot more growing to do. Glancing over at Tiberius, Wendy could only wonder how the old hawk had gotten so large. He was bigger than both of her parents. She also wondered what he was thinking about.

Gazing out at the world beyond their small bush shelter, Tiberius saw that Wendy was looking at him. Irritated, he turned his head away as he wondered why she couldn't mind her own business. Or just get away from him in general. Sighing heavily, he glanced outside again. There was a light rain falling down upon the forest. Though he wanted to get back home desperately, he wasn't gonna risk catching a cold or getting lost in a storm. Unfortunately, that meant he was stuck under the bushes with Wendy a little longer. Tipping his head back to look at the cloudy sky, Tiberius murmured, "If anyone up there is listening, please make the rain stop soon."

And just like that, the rain miraculously stopped.

"Huh, can't believe that worked," Tiberius mumbled, actually surprised that his prayer was answered. Getting to his feet, he stepped outside of the bushes. Noticing this, Wendy followed his example. The old hawk let out a huff of annoyance when he saw this. He was about to say something to her when a small sound caught the attention of both hawks.

The sound of human footsteps.

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