Julie shifted nervously, her gaze darting between Peter and the surrounding forest. “Do you think it’s hurt?” Peter didn’t answer immediately, his focus on carefully slicing away the last of the bindings.
Finally, with one final snip, the creature was free. The tangled mess fell away, revealing a small, motionless form beneath. Julie gasped. “Is it… is it even alive?” The creature let out a faint whimper, its body trembling slightly, but it didn’t attempt to move. Peter leaned closer, his brow furrowed.