"Hey you okay mon amie?" a blue eagle hesrd somebody ask.

The voice belonged toma man in a trench coat with trousers but had short black hair with a moustache but the eagle sensed warmth and concern in his aura.

His steel like gaze saw a badge sticking out of his pocket knowing he was a cop but wasn't arresting him which was odd since he'd been stealing food to survive

"Are you arresting me officer?" he said with his beak full.

"No but what is an eagle doing on the streets?

Don't you have a home, a family?" he asked as the eagle looked sad.

"It's none of your business-" he said passing out.

He was exhausted from his scrapes but the man was deciding to take the blue eagle home seeing a messenger bag taking it with him getting into his car as his house was in New England in New York as he was tired a place to stay, and was curious about him.

He could hear the eagle snoring in the backseat of the car which was cute as he was wanting to know him plus maybe they could be friend's arriving at his house carrying the blue eagle into the house on his back.

He saw dirt and mud on his feathers along with bumps and bruises so was cleaning him up and using the medical kit heating soft whimpers while bandaging him leaving him to sleep and would talk to him once he woke up.

He then heard tbe blue eagle awake after a while disoriented and scared as he was facing the eagle.

"Woah don't be scared as you passed out on the streets.

You looked pretty exhausted so I brought you to my house.

Bonjour I'm Jean-Pierre Napleon.

What do I call you?" he said.

"Sam Eagle." he replied whimpering.

"Yes you had a few injuries but I tended to them but why were you on the streets?" Jean asked as Sam was looking at his taloned feet as Jean understood.

"Are you a poacher Jean?" he asked.

"No I'm not one of those creeps." he said.

Sam was relieved as he had been living on the streets since he had escaped from those poachers as a child but wasn't sure if he could trust Jean to tell him.

"I have since I was little." he replied as Jean understood.

"Understandable but are you hungry?" he asked.

Sam nodded as he hadn't eaten In a few days which was why he was slender and looked almost feather and bones wondering what he could eat.

"I eat human food, Jean!" he replied as Jean understood.

He was making coffee as it would warm the blue eagle up since he could use it but heard him quiet understanding he was shy and would help him deciding not to call any cops but letting him stay eith him, bringing a mug of coffee.

Sam had seen people drinking this stuff before so wanted to try it taking the mug gingerly from him as Jean looked at his talons as they looked like fingers which he thought were cute.

"Mmmmm this is very good Jean!

I see Wby you guys drink this stuff.

But what happens now?" he asked.

"I was going to let you stay here with me, as you have nowhere to go, right?

I can tell you have potential." he said as the Eagle's ryes widened in awe.

"Sure I'd like that." he said.

Jean was relieved by this and was looking forward to being a big brother like figure to him since he knew that he needed somebody to care.

That night, Sam was still awake but sketching as he loved to draw and had sweet dreams dreaming of the family that were out there knowing his grandparents lived in Eagle Town in New York but was afraid to go there since he was different but sketching him flying with his parents and maybe Jean could find them and bring those poachers to justice!

He yawned as he was going to the kitchen making himself coffee as Jean had showed him how to use the coffee maker plus he didn't wsnt to bother Jean as he was sleeping but colouring the sketch ax he looked at the clock ax it was four in the morning getting sleepy lying on the couch yawning.

He then opened the locket around his blue feathered neck opening it revealing a photo of two adult eagles and a kid eagle which was Sam making him smile.

"It's okay Mom, Dad as you don't have to worry.

I found an nice home with a human named Jean-Pierre.

I know we'll see each other." he said closing it.

He then gave into sleep passing out snoring.

Later that morning, Jean found him still asleep but his art stuff was on the coffee table looking through it and impressed by his talent and wondered who the eagles were in the sketch but was leaving him be, and making breakfast.

He knew there were a lot of things they could learn from each other.

He knew that Sam had been shaken in his trust in others but knew he could trust him getting shut eye.