Redhawk Caldera Into the abyss

Tiger found her leg caught within a leafy trap. She whimpered lowly, not wanting to draw too much attention to herself. The Blackthorn was in some amount of pain, but how severe it was she did not yet know; she dared not look, and could not withdraw her leg from the trap she and Elwood had fashioned. Beneath her paw was a rabbit she'd been in pursuit of, falling in seconds before her own leg had.

What if it was broken? Fuck, she didn't know. It hurt worse and worse as time went on. If it was broken, she'd be useless. As good as fucking dead. Tiger had no idea that this thing was made by her favorite people; unwittingly, they had brought on more from it than they bargained.