[ Miles flinches at the telepathic yell. And flutters directly into the heart of the trap, which closes around him neatly. Fortunately for his delicate bones, it's a net and not something more injurious. But he's still flapping around in it madly, entangling himself further with each wingbeat. (There's no telltale spike of pain to indicate a broken bone. Yet.)
He doesn't respond using words, but the ensuing mess of panic and fear is likely answer enough. Neither his human brain nor his bird brain is enjoying the net much. ]
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He doesn't respond using words, but the ensuing mess of panic and fear is likely answer enough. Neither his human brain nor his bird brain is enjoying the net much. ]