A thunderous roar broke through the mumbling crowd, and quieted them instantly. It was very eerie, and Trixie could only hear it, she'd closed her eyes as soon as she'd entered the tree. She heard the spectators gasp, and hugged the tree closer. She heard another roar, and the gun pop. Four twigs snapped in front of the tree, and the cub mewed louder. Two male lions roared from the other side of the enclosure. Fell's gun popped again, then... silence.

Trixie slowly opened her eyes to the applause of the people above. Fell was trying not to show she was enjoying herself, being the wild rambunctious type she was. Currently Trixie's boss was rolling the downed lioness onto her back, just showing off it really wasn't necessary. Trixie slowly climbed down from the tree, and noted two tranq. bullets protruding from the lioness' shoulders. She walked up to Fell, who smiled, and made her way towards the struggling, mewing kitten. Trixie passed the sleeping lioness with extreme caution, and made her way over to Fell, standing behind her, and very alert.

"Shh, Sambe, it's ok." Fell said, setting her gun behind the very young cub, and reaching out to touch him. He continued mewing, and backing from her. He'd really gotten himself into trouble this time. She started to work on removing the straps.

Trixie looked at her tranq. gun, and removed one of the bullets, her eyebrows stitching together as she noticed something weird about the colors of the feathers on the bullets. She strained to remember... she knew it was something important.. the red feathers meant one thing.. and these, the blue.. meant another....

Trixie screamed, and promptly fainted.