Blackfeather Woods Sandy Claws, huh? Ooo! I'm really scared!

"Help," Wildfire moaned, "me... please..." Her chestnut eyes peered upward beseechingly, drinking in the stranger's reddish fur, not unlike her own. There was an openness and curiosity about his expression, though a decided lack of concern. Although it was difficult for her to piece together any coherent thoughts, the ailing she-wolf felt a chill sweep over her at that, sensing something as amiss with him as this situation in its entirety.