"Kak kak kkak... Lookit tha lil' bunnit climbin' into ouer territory, boys! Looks like we'll hafta teach 'im a
lesson!" A raspy voice suddenly rang out in the entwining branches.
"Scrakk kakkak! Yeah, boss!" Two other hostile voices piped up in agreement.
Doug halted his climb, and looked around frantically. These voices certainly did not seem friendly, and Doug
was at a disadvantage, still hanging from a couple of vines and branches. He knew he's already climbed quite a
ways up, and could not see the ground from all the fog blanketing the branches.
Doug was sure it was a long way down... He did not want to imagine what would happen if he slipped and fell.
"Skreee!" A large, feathered figure suddenly swooped down, trying to tackle Doug off of his climbing spot.
"What're ye doin' up here, ye bunnit? This is the Hawk Gang's Territory!" The feathered figure flew into
Doug's view. He saw that he was some kind of bird-humanoid--large, dark brown wings flapping, and feathers
covering his body. This bird man had some cloth wrappings around his torso--probably functioning as some kind
of clothes?
The bird man made a threatening gesture, but then paused to think. He looked sideways, and called to one of
the other bird men obscured in the clouds. "Skrak kakkak! Hmm, us Hawks're supposed ta eat bunnits, right
boss?"
"Nah, ya idjit! He's too people-like to be eaten! ...That'd be half-cannibalism if we tried, ye dope, and we
don't do those things..." The raspy voice trailed off. "...Les' just knock 'im off these branches fer fun,
then! Scrakk kak kak kak!"
"Splat goes the lil' bunnit!" The other voice cried, and the other two bird men began tackling the branches
around Doug, trying to make him lose balance.
Doug struggled to keep his grip on the vines and branches.