Connie and Reaver never did find the wolves that they had searched for, but as the daylight hours approached, they did manage to make their way out of the ominous cave. Connie stepped into the warm sunshine, taking in a deep breath as she did so. "I thought we'd never get out of there." She sighed. "I know now not to follow you around anymore. How you managed to live this long on your own is a complete mystery to me Connie." Reaver groaned. "Hey! How was I to know that the wolves weren't inside the cave?" "Reaver. She's injured. She might attack you." He waved off her concern. "Of course I do."