The country of Nightingale was at war and very recently the Prince, Kiera, had been taken hostage. He was locked in an artificial biome guarded by tall, strong walls. There were a few animals in the biome but the one that he had been hunting for a good supply. This time was different though as he'd managed to catch an angelic dove hybrid in a snare trap and needed to decide what to do with it before it strangled itself

He slowly approached the struggling creature as it lay trying to get oxygen to its lungs. It wasn't happy to see him as it started to try flap it's wings -there was no use as the bird was already exhausted. He stroked the birds wings whilst trying to get to its neck.

"Hello Birdy, don't worry, I'm not trying to hurt you"