Another set of footsteps, another voice, another scent, another potential meal...Helena's stomach nearly worked itself into a knot, demanding attention. Finally she managed to push her nearly-tearful eyes upward enough to look at the two that addressed her: an anthro-jackal and a human, both of whom looked equally-tasty to the raccoon at the moment. Hearing the human speak, though, Helena knew that it was no use to play for trickery. In the state her body and mind were in, she knew she'd never be able to pass herself off as uninfected.<br/><br/>Any food was better than no food at this point, though, and after her pursuit of the exploding vehicle failed, there wasn't enough time to look elsewhere. The only option was to hope for mercy and take what she could get.<br/><br/>"You know...you know wh-what I am," Helena began, struggling through her own words, "I'm hungry for...for...for whatever f-f-food you can sp-spare. I can explain, but...s-so hungry...can't...think straight..."