[It's the sound of her voice that gets his attention. He zeros in on her, and starts clawing in her direction confidently. The talons of his feet drag sharply over the ground, making a grinding sound. There's a small indent on the pavement where they are, noting where he's come from. If someone were to come here later, they'd be able to guess.
He can't fly up, not like this, not with his wing injured. But he'll do what he can. His wings tremor with distaste as he advances.]
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He can't fly up, not like this, not with his wing injured. But he'll do what he can. His wings tremor with distaste as he advances.]