"It will be a while before he can fly," the ranger replied calmly as the young widowbird stayed still and trusting under her paws. "Given some time and practice, I think he shall be able to soar quite gracefully."
"Would he, a… like to be friends with the fella who rescued him?"
"Hmmm," the charr chuckled "so long as you don't eat his food, Lunchbox."
"Dang it, are they really calling me that‽"
"Maybe stop raiding the canteen?"
"Worth it."
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