Minty huffs and pants, finally collapsing onto his stomach in the middle of some dingy alleyway. He had gone on a supply run, as Brandy trusted himself more to take care of Sugarcube (something about Minty being 'unreliable'), but had taken the wrong turn and managed to run into a gaggle of infected, causing him to blindly run away in panic.

"Ugh, great." Middle of the night, he's horribly lost, and he didn't even manage to get any food. Just great. Fantastic. He let's out a groan of frustration, getting himself back up onto his hind legs and looking around slightly, hoping to find some clue of where he is in Center Ring.

A sudden noise from behind him makes his fur bristle, and he instantly turns around, taking a few steps back out of instinct. He sees you, who he hadn't noticed before hand due to being exhausted from running, and hisses at you defensively, teeth baring.