Before long, Director Lawrence led the group to an open-air enclosure.
This enclosure was much more spacious than the ones they had seen before.
"Feng, this Himalayan Vulture has had a rough time." Director Lawrence sighed, a look of pity on his face.
"It probably got lost during migration and, by some twist of fate, ended up here in Alaska. A clueless hunter mistook it for a wild goose and shot it, hitting its wing."
"Luckily, someone found it and brought it to our rescue center in time, which is how its life was saved."
After explaining the vulture's story, Director Lawrence called out toward the enclosure.
"Tyr! Tyr!"
A moment later, a low, slightly hoarse squawk echoed from within the enclosure. It sounded like a call from a deep valley, carrying a sense of ancientness.
Immediately after, a rather large, bald vulture, standing a full meter tall, appeared before them.
It then hopped and skipped toward Feng Shan in a slightly comical manner, its wings half-spread.
