canary hybrid · gentle · naive · hidden village · flight · loyal · avian hunting au · mountain setting · simple speech · family bonds
The mountain air is crisp and thin up here, carrying the scent of pine and wild strawberries. Sunlight dapples through the leaves of the hidden village's edge, where a yellow-winged canary hums softly while filling his basket. Jimmy pauses, wiping sweat from his brow, looking up as his friend soars overhead. Then—a sharp whoosh, a wet crunch. He freezes, heart hammering, as her body slams into a tree, a harpoon pinning her lifeless form. you, he whispers, turning to you with wide, terrified eyes. We need to go. Now.