When Crescent awoke, she was invaded by the smell of something foul and rotten. She gagged, but unfortunately she couldn't sniff anything else, there was not fresh air down here. Everything was damp, musky, and rotten, and she couldn't even smell herself or the rusty bars in front of her. She snapped to attention, realizing she was in a dark cage. She scrambled back, but was stopped by the chain and metal cuff on her left right paw. However, she couldn't observe long, as a loud metal clang signaled the cage being opened. An Umbreon sauntered in, with needle sharp fangs and sinister red eyes scanning her up and down. "Don't worry, no one can get to you for a while. They'll loose your scent, and you are deep within a maze of prison cells." He chuckled darkly. "Not to say they'll never find you, but it's unlikely they'll be here in time to save you." He grinned, padding closed to Crescent.