[There are still no mice,] the baby Swiftwing Hawk complained in his mind.
He was right. Even with Leo’s enhanced vision, which could perceive the infrared spectrum and should have easily picked out the glowing urine trails of rodents, there was no sign of them. It was to be expected in a magical dormitory, he supposed, but to the hawk, it was a tragedy of the highest order.
[Alright, buddy, let's go to the cafeteria and find you some
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