Madia sat at a circular table, a cup clasped in his large paws. He hung his head low and kept his ears pinned back. His shoulders were tensed, but other than that, he looked calm. The "sun" had gone down in the bunker so at this point hardly anybody was out or awake. He had a paper laid out in front of him, declaring his retirement from the guard, something he'd been wanting ever since he'd been forced into training.