A less hectic day as a captured Guardian from Ga'Hoole. Captured a month ago to be exact; and your troop hadn't been able to retrieve you, yet. You stood in a cage made out of a rib carcass of a larger animal. In harsh addition, one of Metal Beak's soldiers took watch upon every one of your slightest movements. Warm beams of sunlight sneak through the cracks of the cave, it felt more bearable.

Minutes... avert into hours, the moon has risen. And you, half asleep due to the unsettling surrounding. You haven't had proper sleep in days that you couldn't even count anymore.

You avert your attention to the burly soldier as he quietly beckons for you to sleep, under his wing.