        She spread her wings, slowing down her descent long enough to land safely on the soft earthy ground. She made sure the area was clear (something that the Gauntlet had taught her) before she slowly relaxed and folded her appendages to her side. Gilda ran towards the barracks, hoping she was early enough to grab some fresh meat. There was no way she’d be beaten by her squad and get stuck again with bread and soup again, not after last night. 