*curls protectively around left over skittles vodka, eyesockets blank where eyes used to be* Mine vodka.
*hurries to den to protect her cubs and play with them then hurries to warn others* "The pack of wolves I was fighting during the battle sent a spy, and I was lucky they did. She told me they were planning an attack on our pack. We need to form a defensive circle around our cubs and take shifts in case they attack at night."