Birds chirped, waking Patrilia from his heavy sleep. With a heavy yawn escaping his mouth, he sat and looked at his surroundings. For a while, he kept on rubbing his eyes, asking himself how he ended up being there. After staying there for a little while, he realized he was stalking the pack's spy. "Hold on, is she still eating apples?" He asked himself while looking at the tree she had climbed. "What the fuck?" He jumped off the ground with his hands on his head. The winds waved, swaying the trees' twigs around; the spy wasn't there. He went to the place she would have jumped to when climbing...