At first light on the third day of his imprisonment, Ahastar is awoken by the sound of footsteps approaching down the stone corridor towards his cell,
sickle claws clicking sharply with each step. The cell door is heaved open and a pair of large white raptor feet stroll up alongside Ahastar's restrained
head, sleek and black-padded and clearly female, despite their powerful structure. As Ahastar strains to look up at their owner, a calm, amused voice
floats down from above: "Open your mouth."
Already heavily bruised from a punishment trampling by the resident interrogation rex, Ahastar fearfully obeys, lying still as the sleek white female mounts
his belly and lounges backwards, her tail and hindlimbs splaying forwards towards his head.
"Good raptor," she purrs degradingly, and Ahastar has a last glimpse of two large, black soles looming up on either side of his face before he is plunged
into warm, padded darkness.