How fortunate for her. No bird should witness this level of horror... Taka is merely used to it from living in a courthouse.

[The hawk's head turns, fierce yellow eyes taking Yogi in, but he doesn't flinch away or bite.]

Oh? He does not seem to mind you. Perhaps he senses your respect. [Blackquill coaxes Taka down to his forearm, and holds the hawk out for Yogi to pet, if he wants to.]