Sam kneels on the ground, shoulders slumped as he bows his head over the tiny, broken body before him. He pokes at it, gently, but the feathers are bent and crushed, the fragile bones twisted at terrible angles, and the bird is still. A fat tear rolls down his cheek and splashes onto the ground, and Sam sniffles loudly before taking out his sword and starting to dig clumsily in the dirt. He doesn't know what had happened, but at least he can try and give proper burials to as many of the poor creatures as he can.
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Sam kneels on the ground, shoulders slumped as he bows his head over the tiny, broken body before him. He pokes at it, gently, but the feathers are bent and crushed, the fragile bones twisted at terrible angles, and the bird is still. A fat tear rolls down his cheek and splashes onto the ground, and Sam sniffles loudly before taking out his sword and starting to dig clumsily in the dirt. He doesn't know what had happened, but at least he can try and give proper burials to as many of the poor creatures as he can.