Ghost stretched his wings lazily, the black feathers and muscles working like a well oiled machine to get him ready for flight.

He peered at the black cage with holes, where the scent of another avian like him poured out in waves of fear. Ghost was unafraid, a predator like himself had no fear, but, he was curious at the scratching and shuffling sounds coming from the box.

He heard soft chirps come from the box, and he shifted his big, black wings as the door of the box clicked open.