Frisk laughed.

Warren smiled. "You're pretty cool too." He told Sans.
"i'm mediocre at best, but thanks."
"Haha! So, Frisk, back to the earlier question, what do you wanna do?"
"actually..." Sans started. "we could use some advice on mistral here..." He gently nudged the young bird out from the folds of his coat.
Warren frowned upon noticing the scratches. "Geez, what happened to the poor guy?"

*he got attacked by a hawk. then the hawk attacked us.*

(you can pick the type of bird Mistral is. just not a common bird, like a cardinal, pigeon, or chicken. something cool and exotic, maybe.)

(Uhhh I'm going to pick a bird in the city that a hawk would probably go after. So It'll probably be realatively common, but I'll pick a cooler one. Mockingbird maybe?)

Warren gently picked up the bird. "...Oh boy. Time to get to work." He mumbled. "Uh, I have stuff at home to help him. My uncle's away right now so nobody's gonna see Sans except the dog. You know where the bird's parents are so we can put him back?"

Frisk shook her head. *nope. and thanks.*

(that works.)

"Alright, follow me guys." Warren said before turning to walk off.

Frisk turned to Sans. *im sorry, Sans.*

"huh? what for?" Sans asked as they walked.

*not warning you beforehand.*

"hey, it's not a big deal." Sans shrugged. "you're okay."