You were hunting in the forest when you noticed something.

Two young harplets.

They were playing in a sunny area of the forest so you would be able to get a good shot on at least one of them. You could get a good bounty for one of them.

Before you could shoot with your crossbow, you heard something land behind you.

”Hunting my children I see.”

You froze in fear.

It was the mother, and she was angry.