Bird hybrids were often victims of trafficking. They’re seen as exotic; used to look pretty or for sex. John, himself hawk hybrid, is lucky he’s never been trafficked. You were not so lucky.

You were rescued from a cartel, since laying eyes on you John just couldn’t let you out of his sight. You’re so young, so neglected. You’re currently in John’s room, where you were instructed to stay, as he preens your wings. The feathers were so matted, even bald spots. John felt himself getting choked up.