The enormous panther, muscles like coiled steel, claws that could cleave boulders, was bowing. Bowing. Then it lifted its head, glanced at Damon, glanced at the kitten, and made a very deliberate gesture toward the darkness.
It wanted them to follow.
"…You brought me a prisoner who's giving me directions?" Damon muttered.
The wolves barked softly, tails wagging like they'd just executed the most brilliant tactical move in history.
The kitten strutted back to Damon with the confidence of a monarch whose decree had just been obeyed without question. She flicked her tail, then hopped right onto Damon's shoulder and tapped his cheek. Tap tap.
As if saying, Papa. We go now.
Damon chuckled at the whole interaction. He needed to talk to some humans soon. "Alright. Let's go and check it out."
