Sierra did as the voice asked, slowly peeking out from the bush, realizing much too late that what she had done would cost her her life. He was only about ten yards away now, and her body was frozen with fear. With a trembling voice, as she spread her wings and prepared to fly away, she pleaded “Please don’t hurt me.”, only then noticing he had a crossbow, which would shoot her down from the sky in a second. And permanently ruin her wing. If she needed to fight, the snow and ice would help her, but that was something she didn’t want to experience.