It was early in the morning and winter just came around the corner. Len, who was somewhat of a hunter, and who lived in a small townhouse somewhere in the woods, was now making his way outside in the cold snow towards the nearby forest. He set up a few animal traps earlier and was now gonna check them to see if he managed to hunt down any animals.

He made his way trough the thick trees until he reached one of the traps, and to his surprise he spotted a crane, who's wing was bleeding as the trap was pressing it pretty roughly. It struggled to get out, and Len felt slightly bad, knowing he couldn't really harm the bird knowing it wasn't it's place to be caught.

He then knelt down and carefully undid the trap so he can free the crane "There you go.." he mumbled softly, more to himself