Oh, I'm back once more to tell you the secrets of Mark.

Mark: Stoooop.

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"I honestly give up. He always does this." Ryu went to sit down, laying next to Mark. "Although, this is a shockingly new development. Why does he have that? Is it a side effect from using his powers or something?" Leo looked at Mark, his mind wandering. Monners looked at the unknown fur. "How come you never tell us your name, or even talk?" They couldn't see it, but under the cloak, she was in shock. She didn't answer, and for a good reason. Mark's fur had gone back to normal. The "Mark" from last night? Not a single trace. Monners sighed and shook her head, looking to Leo. "What do you think?" She asked hopefully, wanting to hear his opinion. "I haven't a single clue. Perhaps he could tell us when he wakes up? That is, if he wants to. I doubt he will. Unless..." Leo left this part unanswered, waiting for them to ask. "Unless what?" Ryu asked. "Unless we annoy him to the point of answering us. It seems as though he hates doing anything beyond what he has to. Except for if it benefits him." With that, they waited for Mark to wake up..

While we wait, we're going to the P.O.V. of another fur, whom we will be following for a while...

Cecil walked down the mountain, having heard the news of the raid. It was a shame, but it could possibly work out for him. He had been living on his own for a while now, and his new gift he had gotten had been making it easier to hunt. With the other fur's being caught, they wouldn't be making large fan searches for furs. Not that it concerned him. He was well away from the site to be considered "safe". Hmph, when was the last time he thought of himself of being that? Before he became a fur? When he was a kid, sheltered from the horrors this world held in store? It didn't matter anymore, and he soon moved on... His house. It was burning down. He stared at it from afar, not wanting to alert anyone who was nearby. It couldn't have been an accident, seeing as he didn't cook inside, and soon saw the evidence of other people there. There was no way possible he could've been spotted up here, was there?... Those hikers! The bastards had sold him out! He didn't care much when he saw them from afar, but those hikers had seen him! He began to run down the mountain, sliding a bit but keeping his footing. There was a small cave system nearby that he knew of, and perhaps he could lay low for a while. He stuck to this plan, and went on...

Cecil was getting close when he saw smoke. A small campfire was nearby, and he knew there were people there. He began to sneak around, trying to get a closer look when a hand on his shoulder sent him in to fight mode, his adrenaline kicking in. He whipped around and slashed out with his knife, just barely missing. "Whoa whoa whoa! Calm down kid!" He looked up at the person, who happened to have cat ears and tail. A fur. "What are you doing here?" Cecil questioned the cat, who in turn looked at him questioningly. "Do you live here or something? Why do you care?" Cecil answered,"As a matter of fact, I do. At least, for the moment. Starting today... House got burned down by the govt." The cat looked at him empathetically. "I understand, we just recently took shelter here as well. They raided our base, practically blew it to shit. We narrowly escaped, don't ask me how either." Cecil looked at him in awe. "You're part of that group? The ones with the Pink haired fox and the Yellow Bunny?" The cat went down to ruffle his hair. He had to bend over just to reach him, seeing as Cecil was about 4ft8 and he was 5ft7. "That's right. What, are you a fan or something?" He smiled. "I swear, if you do start living here, I might be inclined to call you pup." Cecil grew red faced. Of course, he was a small wolf, so it made sense. But still, he didn't like it. Then, out of nowhere, a person came running towards him yelling, "Aww, let's do that!" The person sounded female, and he whipped around just in time for her to pick him up. "Hey! Put me- put me down!" She reluctantly set him down, smiling the whole time. He slid back next to the cat. "Monners, you know better than to surprise someone you've never met." The cat told her half heartedly. "But it just seemed appropriate." She giggled. "Can we go inside or are there going to be more people coming to take control of me?" Cecil asked, a bit annoyed and tired. "Of course, let's go. Before we go in, though, know that there's someone in there that you mustn't mess with. He's in a condition we know not of, but we can only say it might be dangerous." They walked inside. Cecil saw Mark almost as soon as he felt him. He was immediately drawn to his eye, and was shocked into doing nothing. He looked at another fur, one with a torn cloak that puffed at the collar. He looked a bit sad. "Wow." Was all he could say...