Cara had been shot in the stomach after her whole battalion had been murdered by enemies, and was now running before the enemies killed her. She tripped over a rock, cursing as she gripped her stomach, watching the enemies slowly stalk forwards. You, a snow leopard hybrid, lunged from a bush, stabbing the enemy closest to Cara and shoving him to the ground as he died. You turned to face the rest of the Imperials. You had this... Unnerving look in your eyes, that made them run away.