Blackout sat in the shade of the Pred spa, staring at the prey counterpart across the street, She longedto get in, most of the other pred where brash and arougent, killing creatures smalelr thatn themselves wihtouy a second thought, she felt more akin to the prey than them, as she aited she over hread Jom and Jacks conversation, as Jack left Blackout slithered overtoo where the fox was drinking, "hi there, i overheard your idea, MAbey you could use an extra pair of hands" the naga said "or wings" as she opend er midnight black pairo of wings created out of dark energy.