Juugo looked at the goshawk who had been eyeing his friends. He didn't want his friends to become dinner, even if the goshawk's human friend was trying to forestall it. The little birds were not happy with predators so close, and hunkered down on his shoulders. He knew what they were expecting.

"If he tries I won't let him; he can catch the fish in the stream if he's hungry."

But that didn't solve the problem. The man wasn't fishing anymore, which meant he was more interested, like the birds were. Maybe if he went slowly he could get away before something bad happened. It could be hard to fish in the same spot anyway. One fisherman scared off the fish for the other. Maybe that way would work, if this person was fishing for his friends. As hungry as they looked, he probably was.

"Fish. You're already here; I'll go."

Juugo stepped back, edging the way he'd come.