Screaming. Falling. The air whipped around you as you plummeted to your assumed doom. This was it, surely, you were seeing your short, short life, flash before your eyes.

You then hear, a screech that pierced the air (and your poor, eardrums), as you felt something large and feathery latch onto the back of your shirt. The creature tumbled, and eventually hit the ground, it's long, sharp talons curled around your tiny figure. You felt something begin to sniff, and lick you.

It was Trico.