Natsu watched the humans, his golden eyes scanning their vehicles and equipment. The cages brought back memories, none good. So many humans, and all of them carrying weapons-- the ones he could see, anyway. The pack alone couldn't drive them away, even with their superior knowledge of the island, and strength surpassing each human. No, they needed to regroup. They needed a plan.

What he did not want to admit, though... he knew they would need assistance.

It was an effort not to tremble as the humans unloaded the cages, having been born clever by raptor standards Ungue had spent a large part of his life lock in them and studied, tested. There was no way the pack could take on this many armed humans without dieing or ending up back in the cages.

Ratch quickly grew bored of waiting and melted back into the jungle to await something, but what?