Oh, no, she could smell the lion food! Like all birds, Emyr didn't really have much of a sense of smell. He panicked and flew upward as quickly and quietly as he could. Several feet up he nearly bumped into- an empty keyhook! And... The caretaker of the menagerie kept each key on a separate hook, labelled neatly for the other slaves. And these... These he could lift. He didn't need to knock the bucket over if he could let one of the animals out! Oh, the chaos it would cause! Hovering before the assortment of keys, he read the labels with apprehension.
He immediately ruled out the lion, who looked about as interested in freedom- or even moving- as Emyr was in eating those yicky entrails. But the rare albino desert hare was too small and harmless, the jewel-studded anaconda too big and slow. Setting the unicorn free didn't seem like it would wreak much havoc, nor the giant butterflies or the... Oh.
Grasping the key he wanted in his talons, he glanced worriedly down to check the status of the human couple as he darted toward the corresponding cage...