[TW: Slight Violence]
Madeline placed a hand on Xavier's arm, "You alright?"
She had noticed Xavier had been spacing out a bit and began worrying about him.
'What if he's uncomfortable? Or what if he doesn't want to be here?' Madeline wondered, beginning to overthink everything.
It had been about three hours, and the sun had completely risen.
A guttural growl came from the bushes. One Xavier recognised all too well.
Xavier realised what had happened - well, not what happened, but what had been happening the entire time.
A look of horror crossed the others' faces. They had been followed, and stalked.
Any sudden movement they made, and they would pounce. One wrong move, and it was the end.
Who was 'they'? And why hadn't Xavier realised any sooner?
Well, this 'they' were the ferals.
Not just a group of ferals, but if Xavier's estimation was right, an army of them.
