❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅ — Nickelback, Far Away SCREAMS. The sounds of paws pounding the floor. The dull thud of bodies. The grinding and crunching noises of fighting. It's this kind of bloody inferno that greets my ears, then my eyes, as I regain consciousness. I have no idea where I am. I raise my head, ignoring the blazing knot of pain at the top of my skull. Someone has tucked me behind a piece of rock. And I'm not alone. I look down and see a limp form at my paws. My heart leaps into my throat. "P-Plover," she stammers, her eyes wide with fear. "What?" "Yes."