[center][h2]Mole Tunnels[/h2]
[sub]This mole has a nice sack.[/sub][/center]

     [color=forestgreen]"Uuugh...my head...stupid ball-people, I'll--wait..."[/color] Ainra went to rub the very sore spot on her head, and realized that she really didn't have a lot of room to move. Or see. She got to wake up in pitch-darkness inside of a bag, and her eyes couldn't find any light to adjust to. All she could smell was cheap fireproofing and some dirt, and from the movement of things, she was being hauled over someone's shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

     Getting hauled off in a sack in a tunnel to her demise didn't sound too great, and there was an obvious solution.

     She began thrashing around wildly in the sack and tearing at the sides with her claws, roaring and screaming. [color=forestgreen][b]"LET ME GO! GET ME OUT OF THIS SACK! I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU; CRACK OPEN THAT DAMN ARMOR, RIP OPEN YOUR CHESTS, AND COOK YOUR INSIDES!!!"[/b][/color] Well-adjusted to society as she was, it would be rather polite to let her out to see that the moleman carrying her wasn't a Krunklet, before he got accidentally injured by her fury.