The taste of blood in her Angel's mouth drives her to want more. The sweet tang of alchemical magic coursing through White Fur's blood makes the anticipation that much harder to bear, and Angel can only imagine how good her opponent will taste once the spikes recede. Unfortunately, she dallies too long thinking about such things, and by the time she snaps back to the present White Fur is off the carriage and escaping off into the distance. For a moment Angel thinks about catching her, but quickly decides that it would be stupid, and possibly suicide, to go running off in such unfamiliar territory. Instead all she can do is shout in frustration.<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Cure Moderate Wounds (2d8 + 9): 4, 8 + 9 = 21 HP healed</div></div></div><br/><br/>Angel grumpily stares at the alley that White Fur ran into as she pulls a vial off of her belt and sips its contents. Although she feels her wounds begin to heal back up as she does so, her mood doesn't get any better. Torn Jacket had been a nice appetizer, but she'd missed out on dessert. Finally turning back around to see how the others are, she's reminded that she may have ignored the entree though. Big Belly still lies sprawled across the roof of the carriage, her stuffed stomach looking absolutely delectable. That is, if the others don't want her at all. Neither Larynn nor Alyssa<span style="font-style: italic">look</span>like a predator, she hopes, but better to get things in the clear just to be safe.<br/><br/>"So..." Angel begins hesitantly, her eyes glancing back and forth between the carriage's other occupants and the unconscious catgirl. "Do either of you want her or do you mind if I help myself?" she asks hopefully, nodding towards Big Belly. "I doubt that getting the driver out is worthwhile, he's probably dead already and it'll just be a huge mess to fish out his remains."