Derrick opened his eyes as the wolfwing left, watching as it retreated out of the cell. He waited a few moments before rising slowly, taking his plate shard as he did, and walked towards the prison bars. Peeking out into the hall he was relieved at the lack of winged lycanthropes and sank to his knees at the bars. That'd been too close for comfort.

Derrick glanced out at the hall at the prone form of his colleagues and suddenly remembered his place. They'd need to get out before the werewolf did... whatever it wanted to do with them. Not that he knew what it was, but it was likely that it wouldn't be wholesome.
"Hey, he's gone. We can get up now." He said quietly, still rattled by the experience.