Taylan looked extremely tense in the drivers seat. His hands gripped the steering wheel awkwardly and his arms were trembling. His movements were slow and nervous. Miles was going to offer that Taylan just tell him where he lived so he could do drive instead but Taylan had already begun. Miles had instinctively pulled out his notepad and begun scribbling things down. He hadn't even noticed himself doing it until Taylan drove over a track and Jason accidentally bumped his arm. Miles quickly stowed the pad in his pocket before Jason started asking questions. The drive was awkwardly quiet. Neither Taylan nor Jason were speaking and it took a moment for Miles to notice that the radio didn't cut on.<br/><span style="font-size: 105%; line-height: 116%;"><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Taylan said quite suddenly,'Letâ€™s stop for something to eat!' before turning into another lot in front of the Howling Moon."</span></span></span><br/><br/>The sound of Taylan's voice, loud and sudden, made Miles jump. Miles had just realized that he hadn't eaten anything today and the prospect of food looked pretty nice right about now.<br/><br/>"I could eat," Jason chimed in quite abruptly as well. "How 'bout you Miles?"<br/><br/>"Y-yeah," Miles replied<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 105%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">"CRASH!<br/><br/>Taylan jumped and all his fur stood on end as glass tinkled and glittered to the ground. 'What happened ?!'"</span></span></span><br/><br/>Someone had flown through the window and was struggling to sit up. It was the odd looking feral from school. Jason has asked the same question Taylan had at the same time when a guy, about the same age as them came lumbering out of the restaurant. Miles had gone to check on the feral on the ground while Jason sprung into action.<br/><br/>"I got him covered!" Jason shouted but his motions were halted to a stop when an oddly dressed man took the guy by the shoulder, spun him about face, and knocked him out, one hit KO'd. Jason was impressed by the speed and force of the man's punch. Jason paused for a second before he let out a loud, long and drawn-out "DAMN....!" With all questions stowed away for later (Jason really wanted to learn how to punch like that), Jason headed back over to Miles and the other Feral. There were plenty of people surrounding the feral guy now. Miles had ran to his car and pulled out some tissues. He was about to start cleaning up the blood but a woman who must have obviously been related to the feral rushed out of the restaurant and made a very deliberate effort to keep Miles from making contact with the feral. Instead of fighting the opposition, Miles simply handed her the tissues and stood by if his assistance was to be requested.<br/><br/>Most everyone around could hear the obvious blare of police sirens getting nearer and nearer. Jason turned in time to catch the brunette carrying the knocked out human away as if he were a rag doll. This time something told him to restrain himself.<span style="font-style: italic">"They're gonna be trouble,"</span>He thought, holding back a furious snarl.<br/><br/>Miles had begun scribbling things down again more frantically than ever, until Jason intentionally bumped him this time. Miles looked up at as police cars were coming in to the parking lot as well as a new arrival to the crowd. It was oddly enough Ms. Wolfcub. But she wasn't alone. There was an odd thing behind her. It looked like a human child in a suit of highly advanced armor, but its eyes were blank and its expression was not child-like. Miles flipped the page and had begun to sketch the creature. Miles noticed a red spot on the corner of the page and just assumed he had given himself a paper cut or maybe touched some jagged glass. Right now he was really focused on getting the important details and information on the situation. Jason was doing all the talking and asking all the questions. Jason had even offered to accompany them to the hospital but something told Miles that the woman holding the cloth to the bleeding feral wouldn't like that too much.<br/><br/>"You guys, I think we're kind of impeding progress here," Miles started unexpectedly "Let's get going,".<br/><br/>Jason looked at Taylan with a confused expression, but shrugged it off and headed back to the car.<br/><br/>After a moment of silent movement, Jason spoke in a quiet tone<br/><br/>"Hey, Miles?"<br/><br/>"Yeah ?"<br/><br/>"I'm really hungry now,"<br/><br/>"Me too,"