[Simon's eyes catch that fleeting glimpse with ease. That snowbank isn't big enough to hide an adult, so it must be a kid. For a split second, he considers letting it slide, but Taka's feathers are still ruffled and that changes his mind. Throwing a snowball at a person is one thing, throwing it at a person and a majestic hawk is another.
He stomps his way towards the snowbank, ready to send a piercing glare down at whatever brat had enough nerve to fling things at him.]
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He stomps his way towards the snowbank, ready to send a piercing glare down at whatever brat had enough nerve to fling things at him.]