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The puma's words fell on deaf ears, for Reggie had sunken deep into her catatonia, a strange coping mechanism against pain and, in this instance, death. But death didn't come. Slowly, Regipre roused from her suspended animation. She found herself cloaked in darkness and was stricken with the thought, I'm dead! But she felt the throbbing pain in her wound, a chilly dampness between her legs and cold, hard stone beneath her. Her nostrils flared and she drew in the scent of must and blood.

Before she had a proper chance to gather her bearings and come to the realization that the cougar hadn't killed her, he slunk into the cavern where he had stashed her. She could scarcely see him but she could hear him. A small croak escaped her throat when she felt something soft brush against her flank. Reggie jumped, scrambling backward and bumping into unyielding stone.

She must be in a cave or underground someplace. Reggie's breath came in shallow, ragged gasps as she ascertained her surroundings and her situation. She could feel the cat looming over her in the darkness and smell the tang of fresh prey on the air. Everything was so disorienting beyond that; she didn't know what to make of it. She clung to the shale like a panicked cat, eyes wild in the black.