He slows down once he thinks they've gone far enough, skidding to a halt when he feels the grip on his fur grow weaker and once again crouching down to make it easier for the girl to climb off.
If his centurion could see him now, he'd be executed on the spot, he thinks.
"Are you sure?" he mutters, watching the small human struggle to move, but he figures he should respect that request. So he just sort of sits down right there in the sand, because if her current ability to walk was of any indication, she would need help getting back to everyone, and he wasn't going to just leave her there.
He manages to glance at Mordecai with a bit of a questioning look, but before he can voice any sort of do you have any idea what's going on, there's that heart-wrenching cry and the reality itself seems to shift and flash around them.
Well. Good thing he was already sitting down. He bristles a little, tail swishing sideways quickly as he tenses, as if ready to leap back from the perceived danger, but there's not exactly anywhere to go to. And then it slows to a pause, but honestly it's just more confusing than anything. What was it with female humans and the color of freshly rended flesh? What a terrifying species.
But the small one in front of them is still crying, and he's got to do something, but trying to approach her right now might be suicide as much as stepping into an active Faraday's cage. Ferroc shifts his weight from foot to foot, uncomfortable, and turns to Mordecai in his strange ensemble made of straps, because at least they seemed to know each other so maybe he's got more insight on the situation. Maybe quite a lot, if he indeed had something to do with it.
"What... are we supposed to do? Can we help her? Does she like guns?"
Because upset cubs could usually be cheered up easily enough by distracting them with a shiny new weapon, but he's running on pure guesses here.
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If his centurion could see him now, he'd be executed on the spot, he thinks.
"Are you sure?" he mutters, watching the small human struggle to move, but he figures he should respect that request. So he just sort of sits down right there in the sand, because if her current ability to walk was of any indication, she would need help getting back to everyone, and he wasn't going to just leave her there.
He manages to glance at Mordecai with a bit of a questioning look, but before he can voice any sort of do you have any idea what's going on, there's that heart-wrenching cry and the reality itself seems to shift and flash around them.
Well. Good thing he was already sitting down. He bristles a little, tail swishing sideways quickly as he tenses, as if ready to leap back from the perceived danger, but there's not exactly anywhere to go to. And then it slows to a pause, but honestly it's just more confusing than anything. What was it with female humans and the color of freshly rended flesh? What a terrifying species.
But the small one in front of them is still crying, and he's got to do something, but trying to approach her right now might be suicide as much as stepping into an active Faraday's cage. Ferroc shifts his weight from foot to foot, uncomfortable, and turns to Mordecai in his strange ensemble made of straps, because at least they seemed to know each other so maybe he's got more insight on the situation. Maybe quite a lot, if he indeed had something to do with it.
"What... are we supposed to do? Can we help her? Does she like guns?"
Because upset cubs could usually be cheered up easily enough by distracting them with a shiny new weapon, but he's running on pure guesses here.