He whimpered softly when Eve held him in her hand, feeling so small. He watched her with big dark eyes, glad she was just helping him, and not keeping him trapped. The thread was effectively tied around his ankles, making it very hard for him to do anything. He was glad when it was cut, though he couldn’t do anything either.
He was about to answer her question, before he squeaked hearing the hunters. He clung to her hand as much as he could, staying quiet. His wing was a little bloody where the bullet had grazed it.
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