Many hours of running caused the young hedgehog to drop to his knees, heaving and coughing, spluttering out a mixture of saliva and phlegm. He couldn't stop running yet, he had to keep going, but his body wished no more strain. Sighing heavily, he dragged his body to a clearing, slumping on a firm patch of grass and dirt.

Suddenly his ears perked up as he heard footsteps slowing as they approached him, two figures looming over his weak and defenseless body. A hedgehog, or a porcupine and a red fox. The green mobian was scarred and marked, clearly being in seveal fights; the vixen didn't have any damage on her body. Her arm stretched to the preteen, smiling with a glint in her eye that SJ couldn't decipher. "Let us help you."