Reneira woke up to the soft patter of rain against the window, stretching her arms as she blinked away sleep. Her eyes searched the room until they landed on Ogain, nestled snugly in the large basket. Last night, after Kaisun left, Gloria had brought in the basket, and they had lined it with a thick blanket. Ogain had been exhausted, curling up after devouring fresh pieces of raw lamb.
Gloria had been a bundle of nerves to approach him, both excited and terrified. She had dared to touch the fledgling once, only for Ogain to snap his tiny, sharp beak at her hand in warning.
