What Do?

Alfred looked over at his sister as she arrived, giving a soft whine. At least he wasn’t alone now, but he still didn’t have any idea how to help the poor creature that was on the ground. He didn’t know anything about birds... Except they could be for eating. But he didn’t want to eat this one. It was hurt... Defenseless. It seemed wrong somehow. The tan and red bird was pretty too... He sighed softly, gaze fixed on Roza. She seemed pretty certain that the only course of action was to help the little creature... But how? Could it even understand them?

“I really don’t know, Roza...” Alfred whispered in a soft voice. He lowered his large body to the ground, blue eyes shifting back to the poor critter that was flopping and flapping about helplessly. He started to move closer to it, ears lowered as he tried to speak in a soft voice to the creature. “H-Hey can you understand me? We... We wanna help you, okay?” What were they going to do if it couldn’t understand them?

"Speech"