Ravioli suddenly jolts up in the middle of the night. She pulls a small handheld camera out of her bag before sitting up. 

Ravioli: *turns on the camera and whispers.* Okay, I just woke up, and I think there might be something out there... 

Sprinkles: *snores.*

Ravioli: *turns the camera toward Sprinkles.* Nope, it's not a wild cat... but I've got that feeling in my gut, you know? Like something's about to go wrong...

Ravioli creeps out of the camp and into the taiga. 

Ravioli: *shivers.* It's pretty cold out here, but it's for the sake of science, right? *laughs to herself.* I should probably go back if I don't notice anything soon. *pans the camera around her.* 

A shape darts in the shadows.

Ravioli: *starts running; the camera view shakes.* Come here, little animal! Let me study you! 

Back at the camp, Scallop and Margaret are just waking up. Spook and Philip are nowhere to be seen. And according to them, neither is Ravioli. 

Scallop: *squints.* Can you hear that? I... I think something's moving out in the trees.

Margaret: *bellows.* Speak louder you lump of fur!

Scallop: *yells back.* Sorry! I was just saying I think there's something moving out in the trees!

Meanwhile, Ravioli can hear the faint cries of the other cats, but with wind whistling in her ears, the sound is distorting.

Ravioli: *into the camera.* Do you hear that? It sounds like the mating call of a great horned owl! 

She pauses.

Margaret: *shouts.* SCALLOP YOU MUST BE CRAZY! THERE'S NO SOUND OUT IN THE FOREST, AND NOTHING'S MOVING.

Ravioli: *to herself.* I went in a circle. *stares at the entrance of the camp.*

Scallop: *sees Ravioli and quickly shoves his chips behind him.* Oh hi there! *a chip falls out of his mouth.*

Ravioli: Hi.

Scallop: Why'd you leave in the middle of the night? 

Ravioli: I woke up, and I felt a feeling in my belly like something was going to go wrong.

Scallop: You should go make dirt.

Ravioli: ...

Scallop: That's probably why your belly is upset.

Ravioli: .......

Scallop: I'm going back to bed. *eats a chip.*

⛈ By Rio.