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Dutifully, he was quick to readjust his grip on the released branch, glancing Raven up and down with a concerned eye before jotting back to the edge of the pit and lowering the stick once more. He didn't need help— or rather, didn't ask for it— and soon, using the same technique as before, Trick was too freed from their unfriendly, doom-laden pit. Just in time, because as Kaizer released the branch last, he realized that it had earned itself a permanent bend to its dead texture, and would have snapped if he had taken any longer to pull either one of them out.

Shaking himself, he looked over his male pack mate, remembering unpleasantly when he had been stricken by Fox's heat and had wanted to mount the little devil. Kaizer licked his chops, turning a thoughtful look unto Raven. He didn't seem to be looking for a thanks or anything— in fact, he was already angling himself back towards the caldera. "Careful next time," he mumbled dismissively, taking up a steady trot back the way he had come, unconcerned with whether they followed him back or not.