What Do?

Alfie was watching a little bird.

The poor thing hadn’t had much luck traveling south for winter, not with it’s wing damaged as it was. It seemed the harsh winds had knocked it out of the sky and damaged the wing further.

Alfred watched it, uncertain of what to do. It felt wrong to want to kill it... It was just a tiny little thing! The brute gave a soft whine, stepping closer to the chirping creature. Feeling threatened as the wolf edged closer it began to hop even more, flailing it’s good wing helplessly as it tried to take to the sky. Alfred gave a soft whine.

“What should I do...?” He asked. It seemed heartless to just leave it fluttering about like this.

"Speech"