As you regain consciousness, you aren't certain whether you owe your continued existence to the twisted metal wreck of your of your car, or to the simple will of the she-wolf whose fur its chassis - and you - are now buried in.
She's technically already saved you from annihilation once today, but you doubt the same can be said for the faint pattern of concrete dust on her toe pad.
You see her smiling at your city's now dejected, crestfallen former tormentor, but why? What's this about?
Featuring Kara :)