'Please don't let me die, please don't let me die!' The sable wailed in her mind, praying to whatever strange little Sable God she worshipped. All she cared about right now was getting to her kit, and protecting her poor son, but the unpleasent process she was going through at the moment was nothing she expected. She gave up on her feet-kicking protest, seeing that her efforts were futile. Surely enough, she gave in to the bunny.