"What? What are you talking about?!" Omid nearly yelled as he scrambled to get to his feet.

"I mean," she said her voice as cool as ice,"That i live here and I don't like trespassers!"

"Wait a second there are four of us in the exact same spot?" Caiwyn asked. "What are the chances? also, now that I think about it, we've been shifting an awful lot and yelling pretty loudly.... Oh god I hope no actual hunters have spotted us!"

"Don't worry," she hissed,"No hunters come out at dusk or night," she said looking at the sun dipping over the horizon before padding off to her cave.

"W-wait a second!" Caiwyn yelled, shifting into a weasel and skittering up beside her. "What's your name? I'm Cai-" He began before again doubling over and having a coughing fit.

"What's with you and the coughing?" She asked. Then she felt something sharp hit her shoulder. Her muscles failed on her as she collapsed. She looked at what hit her and saw a tranquilizer. She looked up to see a small boy looking at her, with a blow gun in his hands. What was he doing? Her vision became fuzzy as two more boy and a girl came out of the bushes.

Caiwyn didn't even need tranquilizing. He just passed out on his own.

She glared at the rag-tag gang of kids. She knew they wouldn't hurt us, but with all the commotion hunters might come. The last of her strength she used dragging the shifter to the den and closing the rock, then she passed out.

Loki barked then ran off before he could be shot with the darts. Clementine dove into the bushes, changing into her animal form and dashing up a tree to escape danger. Once out of sight she doubled around preparing to attack. She aimed for the boy with the gun and jumped on his head, clawing at his eyes. Blood trickled from the claw marks and the boy screamed blinded. She jumped off of him quickly, again running for an exit though he back legs froze up as she was hit with a dart in the back of the neck. She crumbled to the ground knocked out.

He stood still his hands up. "Please don't shoot." He begged only to get a dart in both palms. "Youll regret this." Omit growled as he fell to the ground.

She heard commotion outside and forced her eyes open. She was still tranquilized but she would fight. She crawled to the front of the den and pushed the rock aside. The group had left and she walked over to the bodies of the girl and the boy before picking one up and dragging it to the den. She then came back to drag the other. She closed the rock than later down on her side, slowly drifting to sleep, her energy finally drained.