Heron Lake Plateau It's almost like a Hallmark movie, but with tentacles.

The fucking bird.  "Fucking hell," he exclaimed, equally startled as the unexpected ally dropped on his head and beat its wings in his face.  He'd been so intent on surprising Towhee he hadn't been watching the sky, and he backpedaled now, his momentum effectively stopped as he glared quick daggers at the hawk.

"If that bird wasn't around you would have never know I was coming," he said, his initial cockiness somewhat ruffled with the encounter but still set on having this conversation.  "I have concerns.". He stopped there, the pause a moment for her to call him out and refuse to hash it out.  He couldn't force her to listen, but he felt like he'd earned a say.