"She really hates you." Sara said licking her paws. "What did you do to her?"

"I said I could beat her, and I lost, but I barely hurt her, i think it has something to do with the age old war against sheepdogs and wolves."

(I would ping everyone, but I don't feel like copy-pasting every username. I just wanted to let everyone know that I feel a bit left behind, since I just had to read about two pages of posts. Just letting you guys know, since Cakedragon and Dunno might feel the same way.)

Urne frowned, "But how long do you think you'll last against someone like me who knows how to catch small things like you?" She didn't want to be pessimistic, but this feline was too optimistic for being in a situation like this, "I don't just scavenge carcasses. There's simply not enough. I have to catch the jackals and other small creatures roaming the land to live."

There was a call for training, "Come on, Blaze, before the humans force us in there," Urne walked to the training room, looking at the other animals. The most menacing ones to her were ones the hyena even thought she couldn't take down. The literal sheepdog, who looked like they had embraced their situation to its fullest, fighting another member even before humans were watching them, was one she feared only because of how unpredictable she might be. There was a feline, who Urne assumed was a tiger from what she heard, who didn't look much different than the descriptions that the hyena had heard, but was still a much tougher threat than a lion. And there was the bear, mixed with either a crocodile or alligator, making it likely the hardest to kill with its tough armor and massive strength.

Urne looked back at her tail again. From the looks of it, this was likely the only way she could beat those three, and she quickly turned her attention to one of the dummies. Now, how could she learn to use it?

Frost left Nightstalker to talk with Sara as she went over to the newcomer "hello." She said fluttering her wings a little "having trouble figuring out your added limb?"

"Scouting out the competition I see?" Blaze said, grinning at Urne. "These guys may look tough, but I don't think any of us are murderers. Well, Molly is, but I'm not counting her as one of us. No one else here would kill me, no matter what the humans do." A worried expression crossed her face "You wouldn't kill me either, right?"

Thief was bored. He looked across the training area before resting his eyes on Blaze. He grinned and began to slowly creep towards her. Her ears pricked and he knew she had noticed that he was there, but he kept creeping up behind her anyway.

"I don't plan on killing anyone as long as they don't try to do the same to me, but don't expect me to not at least harm you. Betrayal can run rampant in these kinds of situations, and I'm all to familiar with it," Urne looked back at Blaze as she spoke, but the voice of another one of the animals speaking to her drew her attention away from the scaly feline.

"Yes, but I'd figure you'd know that yourself. Wolves don't just naturally have wings," the hyena moved her new tail in various ways, soon learning that she couldn't use it the same way as the predator it came from, the motion nearly hitting her in the head, "So, what's your name?"

"My name is Frost she replied "and yes these wings did take some getting used to." She replied glancing at them "what is your name?"

(Never mind, I'm back now)

Thief lept at Blaze and pinned her down. Blaze snarled at him before scratching his side. Thief flew into the air before she could get him again, laughing.

Razor sighed and reached up, plucking Thief out of the air. He pinned him down,"Here," he said as he offered him to Blaze.