Summer Shawcross gasped in fright at the thing she saw, and upon closer inspection, she realized that the mass that had just fallen from the tree was actually a gray-brown bird, which looked quite large, almost like an eagle.
She couldn't help but be a bit surprised. How could there be an eagle in this place?
The eagle had fallen to the ground, and whether it was injured or for some other reason, it flapped its wings for ages but couldn't get up.
Seeing it struggle, Summer Shawcross couldn't help but squat down and reach out to help it up. But she was worried that this kind of bird might hurt her, so she pulled her sleeve down to wrap her hand before reaching out to help the eagle turn its toppled body right.
Finally, the eagle managed to get its feet on the ground and stood up.
Summer Shawcross withdrew her hand, a satisfied smile appearing on her face.
"Hurry up and get out of this gloomy place," she muttered, glancing at the eagle.
