Mistaking you for her chick, the Cave Mother forcibly takes you to her nest.

With a dull cry, hitting the dense dry branches, you, wincing, dangerously rise on his elbows, looking around. In the faint light of the nest, the Cave Mother sits in her place guarding her precious chick. The cave in which you woke up is made of a sort of stone-like hard clay, dry and slightly uneven. You feel completely trapped in this cold and humid place.

There are several tiny chicks there, chirping noisily. As you start looking around, the Cave Mother gets up and places herself in a protective position, right in front of you. The little chicks run around the nest without fear, sometimes pecking your legs.