Blackfeather Woods 'Cause sometimes to stay alive you got to kill your mind

The female fought to his grip, forcing a stronger hold. He felt weaker by the moment and her twisting and turning wasn't helping at. The only thing keeping him up was his determination to live and luckily it was able to pay off.

 The travel took time surely, but the two had slowly made their way out. Still, he didn't come out find and dandy. As soon as the deathtrap lands ceased, he let go of her scruff and hurled up anything he had eaten before. His legs gave way and he dropped to the ground, small painful whimper coming from his maw. He was too tired to speak.