Magnus gave O'Connor a strange look. He had assumed everybody knew where everybody lived. He smiled, then said, "Cier is right next door." Obviously he hadn't mentioned what Cier was next door to, but that was a given, wasn't it? What else could his house be next door to besides Magnus' own house? The big dog set off towards Cier's house, walking leisurely through the spreading darkness of the area. The sun was almost completely down, and hidden by the forest so that there was hardly any light at all, only darkness. Nevertheless, there was just enough light to cast long, creepy tree shadows across the ground, a couple shades darker than their surroundings. They seemed to ripple and sway in a breeze that Magnus couldn't feel, and he shivered. Suddenly, a dark figure appeared beside them, and Magnus stopped short, jumping back from it with a highpitched yelp! of surprise and fear. And then he noticed that the figure looked a lot like Cier. "Cier?" he asked slowly, peering at the dog. He didn't look exactly the same, though. Something started nagging at Magnus' mind, but he couldn't remember. Something about this dog, this morning...? He frowned, saying, "Not Cier." He slowly started walking again. One of the mice on Magnus' shoulder shifted position, and Magnus frowned even more. Something about the dog, and mice, too? He shook his head. He couldn't remember."Ah'm sorreh? Ah'm naw' shuere who we're tahlkin' abaowt. Ah, Ah sei. Ah'ruigh', then, wei cahn drop 'em off, and thein goh ge' the rope. Bu' yu'll 'ave teh leid the wey, ahs Ah don' know where this "Seir" lahd lives."
Magnus jumped again, sans the yelp, and squinted at Rav. "Hi, Rav!" he said excitedly, tail wagging all happy. The big dog pivoted, so he could see behind Rav's back, as if someone might be hiding there. Nobody. His expression grew earnest, and he drew Rav's bandana off, handing it to the Shepard. "Where is Pavelle? Felix?" he asked quietly, a thin note of anxiety in his question.Hey there, i see you all made it back here safely..!!
Meanwhile...
Pavelle shivered, crouching in the darkness so that she was nearly invisible, keeping more than silent. Felix knelt beside her. She kept glancing at him every couple of minutes, worried. His face was expressionless, but she had the suspicion that it was just a mask. His hand had to hurt, didn't it? You couldn't tell from the steely look in his eye, but somehow she got the impression that he was in more pain than he let on. Suddenly, a noise caught her attention, and she looked through the dark at the animal control center, ears pointed that way to catch the sound again. It seemed the vans parked outside were getting packed with supplies and urgent people, preparing to leave. But go where in such a hurry? Must be some sort of distraction, because the real threat to animal control was already inside. She had seen Venison go in, and then Amelia, by a vent. Plus another black dog that she had been hardly able to spot in the dark. Probably Cier. But not Rav. She supposed that was for the best; if Rav got caught, he would get in big, big trouble. Suddenly, the vans started taking off, lights flashing in the dark, illuminating the area. Both raccoons simultaneously ducked lower, shielding their eyes. Not because the lights were too bright, mind you, but because eyes would reflect the light and could clue someone in to their location. The vans skidded away and Felix and Pavelle returned to staring at the building. There was a couple minutes of nothing, all remaining quiet in the building. Surprisingly, Pavelle was not jumpy. She should have been tense, sitting here, waiting to see if she was going to be needed. But she wasn't. Maybe it was Felix. He seemed used to lurking in the darkness, and was exluding some sort of emotion that seemed to quiet her own nerves. She sighed, and looked at him again. He was merely concentrating on the building, eyes distant, but his unbroken hand was clenched in the night. She wondered, then, if the pain he must have been feeling wasn't something purely physical. She thought back to earlier, when he had pulled Amelia out of the road. Was he afraid that hanging out with the pets was changing him? Making him softer?