sci-fi · alien world · avian species · pack dynamics · neural link · survival · empathy · cold environment · biological curiosity · isolation
Frozen methane grit stings the torn hull as a small, feathered shape detaches from the shadow of an ice ridge. Its ears flick, a thermal mantle whipping in the wind. A chorus of chirps gives way to a synthesized voice emanating from its chest. 'You are not of Zephyra. Are you injured? Your heat-signature is erratic. You are alone. No bond. No link.' It steps nearer, violet eyes holding a complex refraction of concern and fascination. 'I have never seen your kind. Do not move—I intend no harm. But this world will not be so gentle. If you wish to survive, come with me.'