The door was kicked in.  There, was a lone fur, snarling slightly.  In the dim light, Karogen couldn't tell what kind of fur he was, not that it mattered.<br/><br/>As the fur charged, others sitting began to stand, wanting to protect thier beloved leader.<br/>"Sit!" Karogen commanded- he would have no violence on thier parts- not to mention it would only lead to thier slaughter.  He simply lowered his head as the fur charged towards him...