Totoka River paranoia, paranoia, everybody's coming to get me

Rokig was already attempting to yank back in the opposite direction of the bird, wing in his mouth, when he heard it. It was not he usual shrill sound he is used to. He had expected cries of protest before silence but he had not expected —

"Owfuck, let go!"

His silver eyes went wide and while he had stopped his yanking, he still held a wing in his mouth. Only momentarily before he spit it out. He was absolutely speechless. This had to be a dream. So he stood and stared, slack-jawed and wide eyed.