The sunlight quietly streamed into the fox burrow the next morning. Drops of rainwater dotted the leaves and petals of nearby trees and flowers. Waking up, Wendy lifted her head and peered out. She squinted her eyes when the sun shone right in them. At that moment, Tiberius woke up.
"Good morning," Wendy squeaked, smiling quietly. She hoped that Tiberius might be in a good mood, though she had learned a while back that he wasn't much of a morning person. The youngster also hoped that he wouldn't start asking her questions about last night. Glancing over at the burrow entrance, she asked, "How far will we be walking today?"
"Actually, I was thinking that we can take a break from walking," Tiberius answered, quietly cleaning the feathers on his left wing. Worried, Wendy trembled as she mumbled, "Are we... flying?" Shaking his head, the old hawk looked at the younger one. Stretching a little, he pointed out, "I can smell more rain coming. It's best we stay here for a while rather than walking around in it."
"Oh... okay..." Wendy replied. She laid back down while Tiberius headed towards the entrance. Confused, she tilted her head and questioned the old hawk, "What are you doing? You said we were staying here for a while."
"We both need food, don't we?" Tiberius replied back. Heading outside, he called over his shoulder to Wendy, "Stay there. I'll be back soon." Gulping nervously, the young hawk listened quietly. Eventually, she could no longer hear the other red tail's footsteps. Shaking a little, Wendy curled up into a tight ball. Her yellow eyes stared at the burrow entrance, watching. Waiting.
The wind outside picked up as the storm grew closer.
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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.
