There's a whistle, then. Not the calls of a bird, and certainly not some manner of wolf whistle. Rather, it's a sing-song melody of someone calling for attention.
There, sitting on a branch in a tree, swinging his legs just like she had earlier, sits a scruffy young man. "Hey, Eagle-Eye." He grins, easy and comfortable. "Let's keep littering away from the woods, alright?"
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Date: 2017-06-17 08:44 pm (UTC)There, sitting on a branch in a tree, swinging his legs just like she had earlier, sits a scruffy young man. "Hey, Eagle-Eye." He grins, easy and comfortable. "Let's keep littering away from the woods, alright?"