You've just finished getting some firewood in a forest near your hive, and you decide to make your way back before sun dawn, considering the scorching Alternian sun will cook you to a crisp if you're out.

You're just about the edge of the forest, when you suddenly feel a huge weight on your back, literally, knocking the air out of your lungs, and you find yourself on the ground, wheezing.

"Wait a second!" A high-pitched voice exclaims from behind you. "You're not purrey!"