[Comes stumbling through the woods, twigs and leaves in his hair and a near-permanent scowl on his face at this point. Like William, he's got his own friend following along after him, and it squawks obnoxiously as he curses at it.]
I haven't got any food for you! No! Go away!
[He makes a sharp turn, and nearly collides into William's own birdy friend.]
...Oh, for the love of all that is magical— There's TWO of them?!
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I haven't got any food for you! No! Go away!
[He makes a sharp turn, and nearly collides into William's own birdy friend.]
...Oh, for the love of all that is magical— There's TWO of them?!