This Wasn't A Good Idea
*Steeljaw paced up and down the length of the armoury, all agitated lion, soft growls coming from this throat. Now and then he would pause and over at the vent Beachcomber and Pinch had gone through, and his ears would twitch as if he was trying to listen for them.
It had been only half an hour, and he'd spent enough time in those vents to know all the twists and turns inside that could double back and take you in circles till you got where you wanted to be. Easy for that creature to hide in there and ambush.
He stopped short again, an idea coming to him. Exactly! He knew those vents better than anyone in the room, given all the times he spent chasing Ravage through them. He didnt need to be in them to track them - at least not if this was the Ark he was used to - and if the smell of that thing was strong enough to give Hound a headache, all he had to do was find the outlets that smelled strongest and go from there.
If he could get into the vents closer to the thing than Beachy and Pinch were, he could still protect the little meerkat, or at the very least keep him out of danger. Going over to the vent, he sniffed again. The scent was weaker now, indicating the thing had moved further away. Not a problem. There were vent outlets all over the Ark, he just had to follow the scent.
Turning abruptly, he dashed out of the armory*
It had been only half an hour, and he'd spent enough time in those vents to know all the twists and turns inside that could double back and take you in circles till you got where you wanted to be. Easy for that creature to hide in there and ambush.
He stopped short again, an idea coming to him. Exactly! He knew those vents better than anyone in the room, given all the times he spent chasing Ravage through them. He didnt need to be in them to track them - at least not if this was the Ark he was used to - and if the smell of that thing was strong enough to give Hound a headache, all he had to do was find the outlets that smelled strongest and go from there.
If he could get into the vents closer to the thing than Beachy and Pinch were, he could still protect the little meerkat, or at the very least keep him out of danger. Going over to the vent, he sniffed again. The scent was weaker now, indicating the thing had moved further away. Not a problem. There were vent outlets all over the Ark, he just had to follow the scent.
Turning abruptly, he dashed out of the armory*