The owl, perched atop an ancient cedar, gazed out at the tranquil scene below with wise eyes. "It is a peaceful land, under the watchful eye of the Guardian," purred the cat-like creature lounging in the branches below.

"Indeed, though I suspect the Guardian has never once seen fit to get its talons dirty," retorted the owl dryly. "Well, someone has to keep the government in line," the creature shot back with a smirk.