[u][b]New Home, New Life[/b][/u] [u]Alpha's and Beta's house, Dojoville outskirts, 3:30 PM[/u] Disturbed's "Stricken" could be heard playing on a radio as alpha worked on his sparrowhawk, as was his norm when he was by himself, sweat drenching his fur and mixing with dirt, grime, and oil as he worked on the left turbine, manually installing blades in the rotor, his eyes hidden by tinted goggles that he used to see in the glare of the metal that reflected the light of the sun He stopped after adding the last blade, putting the goggles up right under his horns, so the deep blue-upon-blue of his eyes could be seen, and anyone could see his pupils weren't black, but a deep shade of blue He got off the top of the wing, and stretched his left leg, the prosthetic metal and plastic shining in the light as a blue glow emanated from the ankle and joint ((Open, just come by and admire the jet parked in their backyard))