*Kestrel*

Resting on the edge of a trail of the Canyon was a small bird of prey. She was laying on her stomach with her colorful yet marred wings resting outstretched. Besides ha few broken feathers, her wings weren't injured. But the side of her neck and close to her shoulder there was a large, bloodied wound where a hunter's bullet contacted her delicate frame. Having been quite stunned, she landed harshly on the ground, thus breaking important flight feathers and causing further injury to her small body.

Aaka

Aaka had been healed and she had been walking through the canyon. She picked up the bird that she saw and began to carry her to the Farm.