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[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 45%; color: black; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;"]Out of all things, Jerseyboy hadn't been expecting to hear a caw splitting through the atmosphere. He had seen many things, from big cats to wolves, but birds? For him, birds meant food. And Jerseyboy was always up for a meal.

He suddenly pricked his triangular ears, his gaze darting to the source of the greeting. It was a raven, standing there and looking up at him. He had... understood her. It was strange—the birds he saw usually spoke in some weird dialogue (or he caught them before they could even say anything). Predatorial instincts started to kick in, though, and his green eyes had narrowed into slits. He didn't drop into a hunting crouch or anything, as he wanted to act casual as not to startle her. "You from around here, Tweety Bird?" Jerseyboy asked, the tip of his tail twitching as he focused on the raven. Hm, she would make a nice snack. It wasn't too often that he caught and ate his own prey, but he was out in the wild now. No more getting his dinner from the bottom of dumpsters.