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Eli Marshall took deep, trembling breaths and nervously licked a bead of sweat from his upper lip. The thick air curdling in the forest was almost immobilizing, which he supposed he was grateful for; this would not work if he moved a muscle. Lifting one arm slowly, Eli gazed upon the piercing stare of the Ferruginous Hawk. It cocked its head to the side, clucked its beak indifferently, and then spread its dappled wings as if stretching. Eli ground his teeth together. All he needed was for the bird to land on his arm. That was all he needed. Then he could have wings of his own.