it was midnight. SP was carefully walking through the forest, looking for food for breakfast to feed kindor and the children. She soon found herself lost... she was lost.... at night.... the time where darkwolves are most active. this wasn't good.... SP didn't know what to do.... she was awfully tired... soon.... POUNCE! a darwolf caught her! "oh, what shall I do! what shall I do?!" she worried. SP tried to call kindor, but her voice was muffled by the ground on which she faceplanted. soon she wasn't lying down anymore. but... she was surrounded... she couldn't escape. she couldn't fly. her wing was injured. she couldn't run. she was surrounded. she couldn't hide. they would find her, anyway. she couldn't fight. a cat against a pack of wolves? no way. WHAT WOULD YOU DO?

(not started yet)

*SP hissed*

*is scratched in the neck*

YOWLLLLLLLLLLLLLL (very loud) HISSSSSSSSS