Michael

Michael whistled happily as he gathered various herbs by a small meadow. It was early in the morning, just shortly after dawn. It was his favorite part of the day. As he was scavenging he heard a sudden roaring noise followed by a very heavy thud. He squeaked and twirled around. He was dumbfounded when he sees you, a lone female, lying prone in the meadow.

Where had you come from? What was that awful noise? He scurried carefully to you and nudged you gently. "Hey! Are you okay?" He asks.