Yuri growls at the cars in the street. One or two have stopped as their drivers spotted him -- but others (possibly piloted by brighter humans) speed away, tires screeching. Huffing in annoyance, he moves like he's thinking of chasing one, when suddenly something flaps by his head. Stopping and rearing back in surprise, he's still unprepared for the second black shape, and gives an incensed bellow when it pecks him. Hackles literally raised, he turns on the spot, trying to see where the birds have gone.