King was harpy. A proud harpy at that. He was wild-- and lived in a government protected wildlife reserve. He had free reign over his territory, and wouldn't let pathetic humans anywhere near his nest--!

N-No, he was not trying to court you. Or lead you to his nest! That idea was stupid. So stupid.

King's black feathers ruffled, his wings puffing up as he carefully tossed a trinket down, making sure it would land in front of you. When you looked up to the treeline where he was hiding, he would quickly dart out of view.