Blackfeather Woods Let the torture begin!

Stuck in the ditch, Quiet froze, listening as Burke criticized her. Hot shame washed over her like a tidal wave, and Quiet squeaked softly in apology, more to herself than anything. Tearing herself out, the hybrid reevaluated her situation. Burke knew where she was now — she would have to move somewhere else in order to keep him off guard. After pausing for a brief moment, Quiet stole away into the shadows, changing her position and method of attack. She would sneak up on him and place a paw lightly on his side — that was her goal. With that firmly in her mind, Quiet approached from Burke's other side, repeating the same process as before; slow, methodical stalking.