<strong>Wade</strong>was crouched in her 'den', listening to the others prattle on about the Forest. Her golden eyes darted back and forth between the girls talking, and the old bear grumbling. Then came the cold, wintry voice of the prettyboy arctic wolf. She couldn't remember his name, didn't care to. But she did remember that he'd killed over twenty people in the arena. She remembered because he was one to watch out for. Wade always remembered the ones she had to keep an eye on. Her eyes darted back to the big bear of a man. Him too. Though she shouldn't underestimate the girls. She firmly believed, however, that should the occasion arise, she could kill them all and it would be glorious. But her thoughts drifted back to the Forest. Ah, the Forest. Another thing entirely.<br/><br/>The hyena rocked her head from side to side, cracking her neck a couple of times rather loudly. Then, she did her knuckles. She laughed quietly to herself, but the sound echoed oddly in the large, empty space they were all locked up in. She ran her hands through her mohawk, brushing the dark strands away from her face. Wade grinned to herself, widely. She knew  that she'd be picked for the Forest. She knew her fights were a spectacle. She'd be picked, she was sure of it. It would be fun. The people behind the Pitt thought to turn them all into the hunted, but Wade knew better. She knew that the Hunters who came in after them would underestimate the humanimals.<br/><br/>"Humans," Wade murmued aloud and spat, "They think they're so superior. Think we're freaks. They'll try to hunt us in the forest, but I'll show them. I'll show them who the REAL hunter is. When the blood cools it'll be me who is the last one standing.."