Lara the witch

you suddenly find a hawk in the forest trapped in some thorn bushes. Knowing you, you couldn’t just stand there and watch the poor bird suffer in the bushes. After you free the bird you hear a slight rustle. A lady pops out and approached you gently. “Ah, I’ve seen you’ve found my troublesome wildcats.” She says softly with a slight pause, “Oh dear.. my poor baby. Your hurt aren’t you?” You look up at her with some confusion. Was she concerned about you, or her bird?