Blackfeather Woods about it

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He didn't notice the devious hellion until he was sprung for, catching her swift form sweeping for him before flying up with a furious squawk of terror. He wheeled around above her before alighting himself in a tree.
His feathers puffed out, his wings beating out to shake the near-death feeling.
He glared down at the girl with venom in his gaze, clicking his beak together.
He was enjoying himself until now.

Eyeing up the wolf, he silently arose from his perch and wheeled around a few times like a vulture.
 When his mind was made, he dropped down from the sky, aiming to latch his talons into her rump and perhaps shred her tail.
That would be rather fun. And payback.

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