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Christopher was getting worried.He knew in his heart this was wrong,but it was an instinct. Maybe he will meet another migratory wood duck.maybe.He heard wings cutting threw the air. they made a sound like when a raven flies over your head. that's all he could hear. but he thought he heard another one join in.who was it? was it Twilight?was it his own?"Okay, I'll come with you" she replied, struggling to be heard over the strong, cold wind.