[se] are we all caged in?

NOAH

Noah took to wandering around Stormbreak to get his feet under himself when he couldn't sleep. He and Eira traversed around the city, taking in sights and sounds and people and all of what this place had to hold. It was nearing dawn when Noah finally made his way into the gardens, a place that, even though winter raged around them, seemed only mildly touched by the weather. He wandered paths up and down, stopping at the creatures he knew and had seen before. Some he hadn't seen before, and in another life they would have made him stop and take notes. That time seemed so far away, now. He still had the notebook in his pocket, his sketching and scrawling covering almost every page. He did not pull it out, though, his mind too caught up in everything that had transpired in the last few days.

Finally, Noah did stop, before the enclosure of a creature he knew far too well. The hunter crouched, knowing he was safe with the creature behind its bars. The ursur slept, its massive chest rising and falling as it grunted and shifted, surely dreaming of something delicious at its paws.

Sun is up, hold on to what is yours
Take up your spade and break ground