Claudio sat down and hummed to himself.

Claudio followed calmly.

After finishing her howl, she jumped down to the trap door. Opening it, she said "Don't forget to close the door" and started to wire an old TV, which only played CDs and so on.

Claudio smiled. He went down the trapdoor and closed it.

Putting in a disc, an old movie with cowboys riding horses turned on.

"Where did you get this stuff?" Claudio asked. "I have never seen anything like it." Claudio sat down on the floor.

"You need to ask RedFoot that, they had all this stuff. Man, sometimes I wish RedFoot wasn't defeated" Lint said as she sat down on the couch and watched the movie.

"It happens........ those bears killed most of the other groups........ including my strongest warrior." Claudio sat down and pondered. "What do they want from me? I wish I knew but I can't stand those bears."

The bowl sounded far off this the leopard hardly looked up as it sang out into the night. All she wanted was someone that would care, someone that could relate to her. Silently she cried to herself, the tears from her eyes soaking into the legs of her pants. A shadow fell over her suddenly, and a body sat next to her with an arm around her. At first she though it was just a ghost, like the ones she had seen earlier but when the smell of fur made its way to her nose she knew differently. She looked up suddenly jumping back as her eyes met those of another leopard. It was a male, dressed in a hooded cloak sitting in the log next to her. Their gaze met and she could tell he was no threat to her. He seemed weak, hurt even as he sat breathing deeply. What could be wrong?

The bears were fierce fighting in the midst of themselves. It was violent but then the smoke cleared and the bears recollected themselves that is when they found that one of their own was dead. The Elder Bear knelt next to the dead bear and muttered unheard words.