🪽| Wilbur was doing his usual routine, flying freely through the sky like always. He soon perched himself on a tree branch to regain some energy for some more epic flying when he heard some rustling in the bushes below, he was hesitant at first but jumped down from the tree branch and stood in front of the rustling bushes. “Who’s there?” He asked, his tone of voice rough and harsh sounding. His wings positioned in a defensive manner.