Ferril raced across the snowy wastes, trying to evade pursuit. She wasn't even considering fighting the humans—if she scratched even one, the Imperial soldiers would come after her and finish her off. So she simply tried to escape. Suddenly, a trap sprang right in front of her, and Ferril, unable to react, tripped over the rope and fell face-first into the snow, hissing in pain—she had broken her leg. Ferril struggled to sit on the ground, breathing heavily and clutching her injured leg with her hand. Her wolf ears were pressed tightly to her head, and her tail twitched restlessly from side to side. Soon, hunters appeared, surrounding Ferril and aiming tranquilizers at her. Ferril smiled mirthlessly.

Ferril: "Well... I shouldn't have stolen cattle from people... I guess that was my mistake... I wonder if they will tame me or finish me off?"