The PLAZA humans were fleeing now. The gray-bearded Vonn lay on the ground, clutching his arm. Elara was trying to drag him away. She saw Kur standing in the shattered doorway of his cage. Her eyes went wide.
He lifted his snout. The Great Green inhaled him. Golden Treasure The Great Green-PLAZA
Kur turned his head. He looked at the Habitat—the sterile white walls, the fake logs, the water bowl that never ran dry. He looked at Elara, who had fed him and never once tried to bite his tail. He felt a flicker. Not fondness. Something older. A recognition of a fellow creature trying to survive. The PLAZA humans were fleeing now
One day, the fence-singing stopped.