As she walked away from the cats, Ivyfleet heard a heartbroken wail sound behind her. She didn't stop to see who it was or what had happened. Nothing could be worse then this. Nothing could hurt anyone more than she had been hurt tonight. "Ivyfleet! Where are you going?" Fernheart's head emerged from a nearby pile of rocks. Dried blood clotted the fur around her ear, but she looked relatively unscathed save that. "What's your name?" she tried again softly. "That's a gorgeous name. I'm Cinderdapple," she introduced herself. "What are you doing here alone?" "So. Do you feel like talking?" "How..."