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Food time was Artur's favorite time of the day, and as the sun barely rose over the horizon Artur awoke from his sleep from his owner's folded up hunting jacket, excited for breakfast and the love from his owner afterwards before they themselves ate and got ready for the day.
But as the bird started to stand and look to the back door, he noticed Hound wasn't out there tending to their garden like they usual do at this time of day. Their bedroom door was open and loud snoring came from the hunter, who was sleeping way later than they usually would.
'Is morning time.' thought Artur. 'Time for food. Time for love from parent. Why parent not awake?'
The raven waited patiently, listening for the sounds of Hound waking up and coming to the living room, where Artur was waiting on the arm of their couch. Half an hour passed.
'Parent is usually awake. Is late for food time and affection.' Artur cawed once to try to rouse Hound up, notifying them of the the hungry bird that they owned. When there was no response, Artur ruffled.
'Will scream for food. If parent does not come now I scream.'
The raven gave his owner one more chance to peacefully get up for breakfast and morning scratches before he took things into his hands-er-talons.
All Artur could hear was a shuffling of sheets as Hound shifted in their sleep.
'I SCREAM FOR FOOD NOW!'
With an unearthly screech, Artur spread his wings and flew into his owner's room. Landing on the headboard, he began to mimic the drop-ship siren that he hears every time he and Hound go to slatra. Surely that would wake them up.
'PARENT. WAKE UP. IS TIME FOR FOOD. AND AFFECTION. WANT BOTH. WAKE UP!'
It only takes a couple seconds for Hound to wake up with a grimace, stretching themselves awake before gently clamping Artur's beak shut.
"Alright that's enough, plága minn" They look at the clock on the other side of their room. "I am only half an hour late, you menace" Hound sticks their tongue out at their raven, who caws back as if to say 'too long'
With a click of their tongue, the hunter signals Artur to come sit on their shoulder before making their way to the back door to the small garden they owned. Artur quickly flew to his perch with a bowl fastened in front of it. He gurgled happily at the sight of Hound getting his usual breakfast of mole crickets and chopped up mice meat from the ice chest in the shed.
'Finally. Food time. Am starving. Look, am wasting away. Nothing but bone'
Hound laughed at the bird's eagerness "Patience, felagi. Never have I met someone as greedy for food as you." Scooping up the bird's breakfast, they watch as Artur scarfs it down like a starving man. "You are going to choke again if you do not slow down.'
Artur croaked, sounding petulant as he finished his breakfast and flew to his owner's shoulder to be loved on. Hound obliged, stroking the feathers on his chest and cooing at their bird. The leaves rustling in the early morning wind, the smell of Hound's lavender in their garden, and the happy croaks of a spoiled raven were the perfect start to both Hound and Artur's morning.
'Am happy. Parent love me. Will love parent forever' Artur used his beak to affectionately tug on a piece of Hound's hair that hung in front of their face and softly nip at the fingers scratching his chest and head.
Yes, food time was Artur's favorite part of the day