Can I keep it?

It was Mort’s kea that came for her, drawing Halo out to track down Wylan. Someone was hurt… though the bird had the good sense to let her know that it wasn’t one of the pups. It was something else, some unknown creature. A little white blob, but one that had been bleeding. Halo felt a tug in her chest, quickly gathering her basket of supplies and hurrying out into the forest.

“Wylan my love, what did you find?” Halo spoke softly, her gaze gentle as she moved to her son’s side. He had something bundled in his wings, shielded from the world. Something little and round, something small and vulnerable. She draws to his side, setting the basket down on the soft earth.

"Halo"