*growlez*

Kove gave it to ME! Iz MINE!

Right. So. . . I CLAIM SECOND PAGE FROM KOVU!!!!



About that next part.



"Hey, where's Wild Angel?" Phoebe looked around. Sure enough, the pretty black rabbit was gone. Ducky shrugged.

"She comes and goes as she pleases. She's probably back to wherever she came from."

Coppertop had vanished sometime back. Kovu had wandered off, presumeably to get the Moonrise, and now Wild Angel was gone.

"Velvet or whatever her name is didn't come, either," Grath observed.

"Velveetza," Phoebe corrected.

"Yah, whatever. She's gone, anyway."

But no one was really worried.



Velveetza had gone with Angel when she'd learned that the rabbit was headed for Firen.

"Neither of my brothers are there," the sleek white cat confided in Wild Angel. She tossed a lock of long black hair over her shoulder. Her golden eyes flashed.

"So you'll be alone?"

"Yes. I hope to find a family we know. Zanzibar told you of Vorsyelvo?"

"Uh huh."

"Her family. They're reclusive, so I don't know if I'll find them." Wild Angel nodded.

"I guess we have to part here," she said as she glanced around the landing strip. A small solar-powered one man vessel wheeled out and took off. Velveetza nodded. Wild Angel formed the warp carefully, and Velveetza stepped through and vanished.

Wild Angel looked around again. A small dervish of sand whirled skittishly over the deserted strip, and the twin suns shone powerfully. Fjan was more brilliant than Oquis on this part of Firen's orbit, but that did not dim Oquis's heat.

A tall, lean blue rabbit strode out of the blinding sands, looking quite out of place. He looked pleased to see her.

"Wild Angel. Your friend, I trust, is okay?"

"He'll live. Kaz's head is harder than most stones."

"Ah. Well, the Webmaster's hyperdrive was totalled, but they fixed her up fine. She'll fly, yes, and even live to fight."

Wild Angel grinned happily. Then a question occurred to her.

"If you were a slave here, why did you come back? I think the place of your heart was Keenrei."

Jassiv's expression closed. He was suddenly the ruthless, cold personality Angel had sensed in her brief search of his memory.

"Because here I could be free of physical pain. On Keenrei I could not forget my injuries."

Wild Angel looked at him strangely.

"But here you have a constant reminder of your mental pain."

"My mind is fine, Wild Angel. Firen has the proper climate for my wound to heal completely in."

"But not your mind," she murmured. Jass turned away, an elegant, cold, detatched personality. The Keenrein looked, once more, oddly out of place in this world of desert and rainforest. Even his manner spoke more of his homeworld than here.

But Wild Angel let the subject drop.