Thump thump thump. My heart is pounding as I sprint through the jungle, weaving through the trees. My wing lies disfigured, limp at my side. If only I could fly out of here; I could go back to my nest and everything would be fine. At this point, my feet are bleeding and I realize that running through the jungle on foot makes the ground incredibly dangerous for a Barn Owl like me. 

I stop to catch my breath and examine my wing. The bone is definitely broken, but the feathers seem to be somewhat intact. Thank the gods for that. I need to find a place to hide before they find me again. Mother taught me how to make a nest when I was little, so it shouldn't be too hard to do now...on the ground...by myself...with the Wingless chasing after me... NO, I can't think like that. I am going to make it back to The City, if it's the last thing I do. 

I start collecting twigs, leaves, and anything else I can use to make my nest. I get to work fast and it takes me a couple minutes to get the first wall made. I'm making good progress, I might actually finish before they find me. I look around and spot a tree with a low enough branch for me to climb to without damaging my wing any further. I drag my beginnings of a nest over to it. With an armful of twigs, I start climbing up the tree. Up, up, up I go...I'm almost there...SNAP! The branch falls from under me and I'm falling through the air with it. Instinctively I throw out my wings to balance myself and a terrible crack comes from my broken wing. I hit the ground with a thump then....black.