The pokegirls barked, the fur running down their spines rising as they gave chase-each one seeking to try and close in on either side of the human intruder. The tall grass whipped past Ridge face and that long distance between nothing and factory was closed in what seemed like an instant running on swift feet. The feral females were not to be outdone- their aggression spurring them on as claws caught on his labcoat, teeth nipping at his ankles in attempts to fell him.<br/><br/>The entrance to the factory was nothing more but two rusted double doors hanging forlornly on sagging hinges. The walkway was overrun with weeds, but made a slapping sound as Ridges sneakers galloped over it. The wild women seemed so blinded by their quarry they failed to note another hovering within the doorway, her hair smoldering as it lit up like a torch, illuminating her face. The TorchChick had heard the incessant yapping of these dark furred huntresses, but the tall figure in the flowing white garment ran silent, save for his puffing breath. The chase seemed to find no end, the catwalk rattling as the trio sprinted across and over vats of bubbling molten metals, Steam and smoke swirling as it was disturbed by their passing. They were running in too far. Much too deeply into the silent pseudo mausoleum she'd erected here. TorchChick leapt out from the overhanging catwalk, over Ridge and faced his pursuers with cheeks puffed. She let loose a belch of flame abruptly. Almost like a bark of heat to match the steam of her home as she startled his pursuers-sending them backwards.<br/><br/>For someone so short she stood as if she thought herself ten feet tall. She rubbed ash off her lips, wiping it onto her heavy leather apron as the feathers jutting out just above her nude little ass bristled. She looked over her shoulder to see what they had been chasing, looking at Ridge in confusion.<br/>