One day, when exploring the woods you find a harpy sitting in the trees, watching you. You attempted to speak with him but he flew away. This happened a few more times before one day you found him with a wounded leg. For once, he let you come close to tend to his wound. The next time you went into the woods he fluttered down to you and offered a feather. "Human, feather for mate. Take, mate." He knelt down and held the black feather out to you, a request for marriage in harpy culture.