Poor Luna, Katlin thought to herself. She hissed quietly, anger flairing up at the memory of the people that did this. An image, a woman standing above her with a metal pipe in her hand and blood on her white coat. A dark laugh as she swung it down, then pain, agony. She hissed again, louder this time. Stupid humans.... but....why did the thought of the woman make her chest hurt? Why....?<br/>She inched away from the struggling group. She knew her closness was possable frightening to the poor girl. Not to mention with her constantly changing moods, she could lash out, only scairing her more.<br/>That woman....so familer....her eyes....<br/>The image faded, and she couldn't remember what she'd been thinking of. She tried, but it wouldn't come.<br/>The spider-woman sighed and creped further away, untill she could just barily see the pack through the trees.