You find yourself not wanting to get stuck with the egg and decide the best thing to do is to run away. You take off as fast as you can into the woods, wishing her luck and knowing she'll not be able to catch up with you. By the time you stop you reach a familiar tree with the scratch marks of the Purrloin you met before. You smile thinking of her, remembering your journey with your first prey, only to drop her remains in the middle of nowhere. Never to be seen again. Suddenly you feel your belly rumbling, and start to look around. Perhaps she has friends nearby that will be just as satisfying.
