The little harpy was being hunted, which made him fly away as fast as he could, trying to get away. It was scary to be hunted like this, to have someone after him. His little heart was pounding rapidly against his chest, filling his entire hearing.
Suddenly a shot rang through the air, and he cried out in pain when it grazed one of his wings, making him loose focus on where he was and where he was going, getting stuck in a tree. In pain and scared, he managed to get free, but fell to the ground, yelping when he landed on his wing, making it hurt more.
He needed to get away still, but his wing hurt extremely, and all he could do was hop over the ground, trying to get somewhere he could hide in the very least. He squeaked when he got snatched up by something, ripping from the ground. He hung upside down from a thread, having gotten caught in a trap.
He whimpered, wings fluttering uselessly and sending shocks of pain through his hurt wing. He was trapped, and hunted, and wounded, and very very scared.
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