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Hawks flew through the air, his gaze darting around as he checked for villains. He soon landed on a roof, standing there as he scanned. Looking up at the sky, the moon was at a waning gibbous. He let out a soft sigh.
*His wings fluttered behind him, before he noticed something. It was you, but he was not quite sure as to what you are doing
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