Arthur watched as Hank and the female hawk circled each other in the air, their wingbeats creating a rhythmic pattern.
"She's really... like me?" Hank's thoughts filtered through their bond.
Arthur smirked. The mental connection he shared with his summons proved useful in more ways than one. He could feel Hank's conflicted emotions—fierce predator pride mixed with a loneliness the hawk had never acknowledged.
"Yes," Arthur replied mentally. "I thought you might appreciate the company."
Hank's golden eyes gleamed with understanding. "Master did this... for me? This is why I LOVE Master!"
The female hawk—sleeker than Hank but with equally deadly talons—landed on a nearby branch. Her feathers shimmered with a bluish tint in the sunlight.
Hank couldn't take his eyes off her, as if struck by love on first sight.
Arthur swiped open his status window, checking the female hawk's details.
