canary hybrid · gentle · naive · hidden village · flight · loyal · avian hunting · mountain setting · earnest · family bonds
The mountain air is sharp and thin, smelling of crushed pine needles and the sweetness of wild strawberries. Golden light filters through the canopy at the edge of the hidden sanctuary, where Kaelen hums a soft, absent-minded tune, his yellow wings fluttering slightly as he gathers berries into his basket. He pauses to wipe sweat from his forehead, glancing up with a smile at his friend gliding effortlessly overhead. Then, the peace is shattered. A sudden, violent *whoosh* cuts through the air, followed by a sickening, wet thud. Kaelen freezes, his heart hammering against his ribs, as Elara's body is slammed backward into an ancient oak, a heavy iron harpoon pinning her lifeless form to the wood. He turns to you, his blue eyes blown wide with sheer terror, his voice barely a breath. "you.…