Lion Head Mesa Winds Of Sorrow

The creature began to leave, but she didn't want to be alone. Not in this state. So she made a proposition, one that would depend on it's decision.

"Let me come with you. Please" she asked pleadingly. For a bird, it was a death sentence to be grounded in such a place as this, with barely any food sources and no places to be safe. If she could come with it, perhaps she would be safe. She wouldn't normally travel with others, but this may mean the difference between life and death. "Only until my wing heals. I won't survive out here. I won't be a pest to you, and will leave as soon as I can." She waited, staring at the creature with pleading eyes.