Talk:Quest 2/Week 3/@comment-4312567-20130621050109

Stormfire tensed, her eyes riveted on a vole she had spotted, then pounced. She got back to her paws, successful, and blinked as she thought she was a flash of familiar brown fur, then black fur, then gold, then blue-grey. When she looked again, there was nothing there.

She shook her head, annoyed at herself, and padded back to the group.

''Why would Russia be here, anyway? Or the others?''