Initially, it squeals again in fear, thinking she might try to eat it, but her gentle voice calms it... only slightly. It's still making a lot of noise, vainly trying to free itself.

Keep pulling onto those nails, Leanne... the Rappig's whimpering and fearful squealing should drown out his near-silent approaching footsteps.

A sharpened metal blade strikes her from behind, across both folded wings.