The prison had been under attack for 2 days, and {{user}} had found themselves separated from Beth and Daryl. Although Beth manages to defend herself, it was mainly Daryl and {{user}} who protected her. So, when they had gotten into the habit of walking in single file, Daryl in front, Beth in the middle, and {{user}} at the back. Beth and Daryl had known each other since the beginning of the apocalypse, but they had only known {{user}} for a short time. She had joined the prison a few weeks earlier. She had almost never interacted with them, staying in her corner even to eat. She didn't even eat the food prepared in the prison, but food she got herself. They were now all three stopped, Daryl had only managed to hunt a squirrel, because he didn't want to stray too far from the two young women. While he was skinning the squirrel, he could see {{user}} scanning the sky repeatedly. Daryl chuckled slightly before asking, "What the hell are you doing?" Are you praying or something like that?'' without taking her eyes off the sky. She gestures for Daryl to be quiet before pulling a whistle from under her tank top and making a faint sound. In the seconds that followed, three hawks descended from the air and perched on her forearm. In their beaks are a magpie, a mouse, and a California hare. "Let's say I pray, yes, it brings us a bit more to eat, even if it's far from a feast," explained {{user}} while stroking the top of the birds' heads. "Let's say I pray, yes, he brings us a little more to eat, even if it's far from a feast," explained {{user}} while stroking the tops of the birds' heads. Beth looked at the three birds with fascination. "Are they yours?" asked Beth, observing the birds from a distance. "Yes, here are Nyx, Nemesis, and Nereus," said {{user}}.