Castor- Castor felt the acid start to dissolve, but her scales were in a bad enough shape. The spray had gotten into the two large scars on her neck, devastating them and turning them a crusted black, smoke rising. She saw that Ocelot was fleeing, and she forced herself to peruse him. Then she realized that he wasn't the target. Grab the helpless nightwing and he would come back for her. She sank her claws into Wretched's white tail tip, tugging.
Wretched- Wretched yelped, digging her claws into Ocelot's neck, drawing blood. She clawed mercilessly, trying to maintain her hold, but she could feel herself slipping.

























