<span style="font-weight: bold">"Miss Wolfcub?" Cypher said, cutting the silence in the car.</span><br/><br/>"Yes?" she asked. He was sitting in the front seat now, yet hadn't moved since sitting down.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"This place we are going to, isn't it known for acceptance of the Feral race?" he asked.</span><br/><br/>"Yes. Why?" she asked.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Police scanner is reporting a disturbance there. The panic button has been pressed." he said.</span>Wolfcub didn't reply, she just sped up.<br/><br/>They reached the diner to find Donta sitting on the sidewalk among shards of broken glass, his mother crouched beside him with a cloth pressed to his face. A few other Ferals were gathered around him. The owner left the group to approach an approaching police car.<br/><br/>"What happened?" Wolfcub said, rushing out of her car. Cypher followed, his armored boots clomping on the pavement.