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After getting the broken rib taken care of, Draco had intended to leave immediately. He did not feel safe in claimed land that had not welcomed him, and he would not have stayed anyway. There was something strange to him about their rural, backwards sort of living. He was used to cities and the lower places of the earth, and this was neither. Bandaged around his torso, the mottle-colored male was taking a well-traveled path, moving at a steady place in order to prevent damage from the rib. Bleach had advised him to take it easy, which was possible only because of the falcon.
Speaking of such, the bird had been perched on his shoulder for the duration of the trip. On top of having come across claimed lands, they had run into a pair of blue-jays none to happy with a strange falcon in their area. As long as the bird stayed close to Draco, however, the others remained away. They had made a ruckus for quite a while, but an easy sort of quiet had re-descended on the area. That much Draco was grateful for.
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Sirius liked to pretend a lot. Sometimes he pretended that he was the alpha of the pack, and fake hunted for his packmates (grasshoppers), and other days he pretended that he was some sort of a loner, the type that could go from pack to pack. Shadowed Sun was deep in his pelt, the scent of it, though, so he usually didn't get very far when he tried to tell wolves that he was a loner. Most of them probably wouldn't have believed him even if he didn't smell so much like his father's pack, just because he was so young. He'd get to pretend other, more exciting things once he was older.
The three month old yawned and looked up at the sky, batting at a fly as it passed his ears. There wasn't anyone here around his own age...so he got bored a lot. He did have an imaginary friend, Squirk the squirrel, but Squirk hadn't been around much lately either.
He heard a rustling in the grass nearby and sat up quickly, looking around with inquisitive green eyes. "Squirk?" He called. He couldn't see through this grass...it was too tall. "SQUIRK, WHERE DID YOUS GO?!"
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Draco heard the boy before the falcon, and his ears perked up instantly. Though he had not yet encountered anything truly dangerous in the area (besides a crumbling cliff) he didn’t want to make this change anytime soon. Still, he continued along his way until the boy’s voice grew louder and eventually gave away his location. The movement in the tall grass helped with that, though. Smiling thinly and eyeing the bird on his shoulder, Draco let out a half-laugh. “Squirk, huh? You eat anything named Squirk lately, George?” The bird puffed up and let out a shrill series of short noises, stating that the very concept offended him.
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He came out of the grass, still thinking about Squirk, but was soon distracted. There was someone there in front of him, standing on two legs. He had to crane his head back to see him all the way, but when he did he gasped. A huge bird. Wasn't the wolf afraid of it? He certainly was. A bird like that could grab him up and eat him--he was half its size!
"Be careful! That bird can hurt you!" He warned, looking concerned. "It will peck your eyes out!"
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“He’s tried,” the mottled male offered, looking down at the boy. He was young, but there was something else about him that explained that—as close as they were, Draco could tell that the kid was a hybrid. Some of the faint signs were there even now, though Draco was going by what he had known and seen from his elder siblings. “Besides, that’s how the story goes,”
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It was really strange that the bird would just sit on him like that. Were they friends, or something? Squirk often sat on Sirius, but he never talked to him. At least, not in a language that he could understand. His father spoke to animals, but he hadn't learned how to do that yet. Maybe once he learned he would be able to speak with Squirk.
"What story?" Now that he'd been reassured that the bird wasn't going to peck anyone he came a little closer, looking up at Draco. "You have a story?"
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