Wanda watched the golden canary with a mixture of fear and fascination, aware that any hasty move could ruin the only opportunity they had managed to create. The small bird, now seemingly more relaxed, hopped from branch to branch, getting closer and closer to the ground. Its golden feathers glistened in the soft light filtering through the treetops, creating an almost hypnotic spectacle that made Wanda's heart race.
She knew she would have to be more patient than ever. The Golden Canary was a rare and cunning creature with a keen sense of danger. Therefore, any gesture, no matter how subtle, could send it flying, perhaps hiding deep in the forest where no one would ever find it again.
