Growing up in Twoleg Place, you get used to...not always eating the best. Or in some cases, not always eating. Of course, for Drakon and his crew, things were different, but on my side of the tracks, things were much worse. As Hawk-eye's daughter, I was entitled to more prey then most, but most nights I still went to bed hungry. I wonder if my father had known that I would be forced to almost marry my best friend seasons later? I quickly finish and stretch. Thorn bounds up, "Are you ready to go?"