By the time they reached the final doorway, Bowman was exhausted just from looking at every corner. The human shoved the door open and kicked it closed behind him with a loud slam. Bowman flinched, but his eyes were on the room before him.
“Here we are, little guy,” the human announced. “Home sweet home.”
Bowman scowled over his shoulder. “This is not my home,” he insisted. His wings twitched in a mix of irritation and sorrow. It had been too long since he could fly freely. “It’s just another stupid human box.”
Brothers Apart 