Carson nodded in agreement. "I'm sure Buck will appreciate it, too." He sat down and rubbed his increasingly sore legs, ignoring his own hunger for now so that others could eat. Buck would bring something back for both of them, he knew. It might be raw, but it would be better than nothing. "Go and hunt, we'll still be here. Make sure that Rylie stays safe, too."
Rylie noticed the presence of the other cat. He could hear its big feet simply thudding behind him. Now, you wouldn’t hear a thing, but to the quiet-pawed Rylie, it was a racket. And the long eared rabbits could probably hear him too.
Buck noticed that Rylie's scent drifted suddenly sharply away from the path he was originally following. He shrugged it off when he smelled blood from the prey, figuring he had caught a prey scent and followed it. Going in the opposite direction, he decided to hunt and stop paying so much attention to the other feline.
Now that Blair wasn't worried about the demon, she realized how short his hair was. How exhausted and worn he appeared, his hoodie ripped to the point it was just barely clinging to him, and she could smell dried blood beneath the scent of fresh blood. She suddenly attacked him with a hug, none to gentle, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her grip was nearly too tight, and it was apparent she wasn't intending on releasing him right away. "...thought I wasn't going to get to you in time." She murmured into his neck, pebbles digging into her legs through her leggings, but she didn't move. "I'm so glad you're okay."
Take shut his eyes from Blair’s choking embrace, wrapping his arms around her in return. His pointy ear flattened against her head, quietly thinking about her words. If I had gotten out sooner... Blair would’ve been trapped down here still. “I’m glad too” he whispered, a snarky smile forming on his face, knowing the appropriate response would’ve been: ‘I’m glad you’re okay too.’ He slowly rose to his feet, never breaking out of the hug as he lifted her up as well. “Come on, we gotta get out of this hell hole... I helped the kids escape from this place earlier, but I stayed behind to make sure they weren’t captured again.” he murmured, leaning down to let her set her feet on the ground.
Blair pulled away slightly, looking up at him. "Emma..." she murmured softly, pulling out of the embrace fully, even though she didn't want to. "Right, we've got to get out of here." She glanced back the way she came, and then the other way, but she couldn't pick up Kipp or Emma's scent. "Which way?"
Take reopened his eyes when she released his neck. For once, he actually felt a bit clingy. He had gone months without seeing Blair in person, but in these last few days, he missed her immensely. Especially with all that he’d been through. He wished she was there with him and the kids, but at the same time he didn’t considering what they went through. He yearned for her even though he knew they would meet up each other again at some point. Even though he would never admit it, deep down through all his stubbornness, Blair made him feel safe. He nodded and took her hand, leading her through the halls back to the transformation chamber, even if the place might still be crawling with guards. At every corner he checked to see whether it was clear, but at one point, something made him pause. He tossed his head back to look at her, “Where’s Kit?” he asked in a hushed tone.
Blair's attention was solely focused on the fact that she caught Kipp and Emma's scent, though it was buried beneath other, mostly unknown, scents. Human, but foreign to her. When Take asked where Kit was, she realized her canine companion was missing. "I don't know," she answered quietly, her gaze flickering between him and the shadows behind the corner. "I just hope she made it back to the group." Kit was smart, smarter then most dogs, mostly due to her being able to understand Blair, and she hoped Kit used then intelligence to understand she needed to get back to the group.
