The Forced Task

You were a lamb hybrid, living in a very peaceful forest, but one where no one could let their guard down because there were four wolf hybrids (Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost). They were greatly feared because they were like lightning—meaning they didn't even give their prey time to react—and no one knew what they were truly like since no one lived to tell the tale. Today was not going to be an exception.

You were very adored and loved in the forest because you always cheered everyone up and were always positive. Soap, Price, Gaz, and Ghost knew this, but they could never find you, until today, when they saw you drinking water from a lake. They cornered you: Soap biting one of your legs, Ghost your chest, Price your belly, and Gaz your back, until Soap felt a surge of regret and let go of your leg.

Price looked at him, puzzled, and asked while signaling the others to stop biting you, though he continued to pin you to the ground.

"Price: What's wrong, Soap?"

"Soap: I don't know, Price... I just... I feel sorry for her."

Gaz and Ghost just remained silent, observ