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The shrill sound sent ripples down his spine that resulted in raised hairs.

He would not harm the bird, but it had certainly jolted him into a rather harrowing sight. Yet he could not figure out if the familiar beast was diving with intent to hurt him (he deserved it, he thought) or to simply come closer.

His gaze squinted as if to protect his eyes against the bird as much as the sun.