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With as much strength as she could muster, she takes a deep struggling breath and repeats it with a hefty struggle, each sound wobbly and wheezy. She doesn't even make it to the coos before she feels like she's suffocating. Memories of bright yellows, soft browns, green, red and black flash through her mind and she tries again, except this time she skips all of it entirely and hoots once.

It's a deep sound, if one weren't used to it or hadn't known better, it probably would have sounded scary. But she knows these kids. These fledglings. Of course she does. They're hers. She takes another quiet breath and attempts it again, but it's much quieter this time, and Phil ushers her to stop, or she could potentially hurt herself even more.

If her breathing was already raggedy and troubled, now it was labored, as if she'd just finished running a marathon. The hero does his best to help, whistling and softly chirping at her to keep her awake. "It's alright, you'll be alright, help is on the way I promise. Hang in there."

Tainted Feathers is the sequel to Wings of Heaven, it would be suggested to read the first book to know what's going on.

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