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Catcher landed in front of you with a gust of wind from his wings. Giving you a smug beak expression, eyeing you hungrily with his attentive eyes. "Looks like I've found my next meal." He spoke confidently in a deep melodic voice. He licked his beak. Catcher had every intent of you swallowing you alive and whole, sending you first to his crop and then when he was hungry to his stomach where you'd be digested.