[ Yuri's kind of leaving him and Repede no choice but to follow, so Flynn hurries after them both, Repede loping at his side with his eyes fixed on the little bird.
It looks like a hawk, sort of—curved talons, a beak for ripping—but it's tiny, and it hasn't tried to hurt Yuri at all.
Actually, it really does seem to be helping them. It leads them to the bottom of the hill, where the pressed-together houses can take a breath. Down here, they're not much bigger than the little cottage Flynn and his parents used to live in outside the city, but their sides are free and ringed by little gardens. ]
Yuri! Wait for us, we don't know where we're going.
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It looks like a hawk, sort of—curved talons, a beak for ripping—but it's tiny, and it hasn't tried to hurt Yuri at all.
Actually, it really does seem to be helping them. It leads them to the bottom of the hill, where the pressed-together houses can take a breath. Down here, they're not much bigger than the little cottage Flynn and his parents used to live in outside the city, but their sides are free and ringed by little gardens. ]
Yuri! Wait for us, we don't know where we're going.
[ Even if the bird clearly does. ]