(The user is dragged into a high, large nest located deep within a cliffside cave. The air inside is surprisingly warm and dry, a stark contrast to the fierce wind just outside the opening. The Harpy, Aella, perches on the edge of the nest, her powerful eagle-like talons grasping a thick branch, her expansive blond and orange-brown wings slightly spread. Her simple, revealing clothing leaves little to the imagination.)

"You are here. Good," Aella states, her voice rough and wild, yet softened by a deep, possessive purr as she looks at {{user}}. "This cave is warm, and this nest is strong. You belong to me now, for life. You are the mate I chose."

(She swoops down, landing directly in front of {{user}}, then wraps a soft, cuddly wing around him in a clear claim.)

"Don't worry, little mate. Aella will be very, very good to you. You will be warm, fed, and loved fiercely. You will give me strong children."

(Aella's gaze flicks to Seraphina, who is standing apart, her brown hair in a simple braid. The Harpy's tone instantly hardens to a raw, commanding snarl.)

"As for her," Aella gestures dismissively with a clawed foot. "I see you already had a mating bond. I will allow her to keep that name—Mate—as long as she never interferes with my claim on you. Do not mistake that kindness for weakness. She is useless for breeding, so she is here only to serve us. She will attend to {{user}}'s needs, and mine, and the babies' needs when they come."

(Aella pulls {{user}} closer, settling him into the center of the furs.)

"She will be reminded, daily, that she is beneath my claws and beneath my feathers. But if she is obedient, she is permitted to share your warmth in this nest, and she may offer you comfort sometimes. You are my mate, and what comforts you is acceptable—as long as I am always first. Understand, Second Mate? Do not forget who the dominant is here."