Cara waited patiently, a small smile on her face as she held her palms out, allowing the small bird to hop over into her palms.
Her red eyes looked over it; the wing was definitely broken, but it was nothing too severe. It looked like it just needed to be binded, so the wing couldn’t move, in order to heal, and it would be fine.
“I believe I can fix you.” She said to the small bird, as she reached down and ripped some fabric from the end of her dress, and wrapping it around the birds wing before tying it off. “If the wing doesn’t move, it will heal. And once it heals, it should be able to fly again.”
The hybrid’s chocolate eyes traced over Cara’s every single movement, ensuring the safety of her new little friend. Despite her feeble thirst for blood, Renesmee loved animals and humans. She has been begging her father for a friend near her age or an animal to call her own.
Renesmee bent over and pecked a small kiss against the bird’s tiny skull.
❝ Did you hear that, Belle? You’re going to be able to fly again! ❞
