The rain was what ultimately drove Uldren out of his tree. Perhaps if he'd had a hood he would have tried to wait Mac out, but as it was . . . He slid down out of the tree as silently as he'd climbed it and drifted off in the direction Ghost had indicated the natives were in. If he was going to get wet, he might as well be busy doing something constructive.
It didn't take him long to find the people, although it was probably just luck. An errant gust of wind brought the scent of smoke to his nostrils, and since he knew it couldn't be from Mac's fire, there weren't too many other options. Uldren moved slowly and soundlessly, inching his way closer over several hours, just following his nose, until he could finally hear the faint sounds of voices. He moved even slower then, creeping up on the rather snug little camp with all the skill he'd ever learned, and only just managed to avoid a nearby guard. Uldren froze just past the shadowed figure, trying to decide if it was a better idea to take the guard, or try for someone in the camp proper.
Then again, that wasn't really a choice.
He slunk back toward the slender figure, reminding himself that he needed to capture, not kill. Killing a native would be a bad thing, a very bad thing. If something went wrong, he was just going to run and give up on this crazy plan, but he didn't expect anything to go wrong. He might not be invulnerable like Mac was, but he could certainly take a few hits with primitive weapons easily enough if he had to, and do it silently as well.
The heavy sound of purposeful footsteps were the only warning Mac was given. Uldren stopped a few paces from the man's shelter and dumped his burden rather carelessly on the ground; the damned kid had gotten in a good punch to his jaw that still throbbed, not to mention the shot the guy had taken at his groin. He stood silently, waiting for Mac to come out into the rain, and rubbed his jaw absently. He was soaked, slightly battered, cold and starving, and the man had better get his ass out of that cozy little shelter soon or he was going to drag Mac out!
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It didn't take him long to find the people, although it was probably just luck. An errant gust of wind brought the scent of smoke to his nostrils, and since he knew it couldn't be from Mac's fire, there weren't too many other options. Uldren moved slowly and soundlessly, inching his way closer over several hours, just following his nose, until he could finally hear the faint sounds of voices. He moved even slower then, creeping up on the rather snug little camp with all the skill he'd ever learned, and only just managed to avoid a nearby guard. Uldren froze just past the shadowed figure, trying to decide if it was a better idea to take the guard, or try for someone in the camp proper.
Then again, that wasn't really a choice.
He slunk back toward the slender figure, reminding himself that he needed to capture, not kill. Killing a native would be a bad thing, a very bad thing. If something went wrong, he was just going to run and give up on this crazy plan, but he didn't expect anything to go wrong. He might not be invulnerable like Mac was, but he could certainly take a few hits with primitive weapons easily enough if he had to, and do it silently as well.
The heavy sound of purposeful footsteps were the only warning Mac was given. Uldren stopped a few paces from the man's shelter and dumped his burden rather carelessly on the ground; the damned kid had gotten in a good punch to his jaw that still throbbed, not to mention the shot the guy had taken at his groin. He stood silently, waiting for Mac to come out into the rain, and rubbed his jaw absently. He was soaked, slightly battered, cold and starving, and the man had better get his ass out of that cozy little shelter soon or he was going to drag Mac out!