Dragon Hill was as quiet as it usual was, animals happily frolicking and bunnies hopping in the fields. It was a peaceful day for once, the wind softly brushing against the leaves of nearby bushes. It felt like nothing could go wrong....at least, in this part of Dragon Hill.

In the shadowy, darker space of the forests, was a base. It had rough bark logs, along with several "Caution" and "Go away!" signs at the front. Any Cookie would immediately flee the shadowy area to begin with, not wanting to know what lurked in those spots. Cookies that dared to go in, however, saw the base and ran.

Meanwhile, inside the base were three people. One Cookie, one chocolate dog brute, and a bat...cat?

Licorice Cookie: Ugh! I cannot believe those underbaked Cookies! That Gingerbrave one....he called me RAGS!!! I look STUNNING in these robes!

Choco Werehound Brute: Already know... Cookies strong...me weak?

Bat-Cat: Meowster, what should we do??