The hyena curled his legs up against his chest.  He sat in the familiar room as his mind went over what had happened.  The latex hive didn’t care about losing the kitsune.  They never cared about losing one of their own.  They only saw it as a chance to find someone stronger to replace the fallen.  The hyena started to talk under his breath.  He wouldn’t receive any help form the hive about how he felt.  He had learned this long ago.  He just sat there, alone.<br/><br/>Nothing stirred as the three headed to the exit.  The front door was once again open.  The ground outside was still wet from the rain that had fallen while they were inside.  The freshness was a sharp contrast to the stale, chemical smell of the lab.