[color=D6CC88]Amuné shrank farther into her corner when the bad man spoke to them, pressing her cheek against the wall.  She prayed that the others would find her soon, that they would get rid of the kidnappers and set her and the other Ydrans free.  When the guard finally walked off, she couldn't quite contain a whimper.  He didn't hear, but another man did, and he stepped suddenly into view and gave the bars a good kick.  "Shut your trap or we'll shut it for you," he snarled.  The child let out a shrill "Yeep!" of surprise and clapped her hands over her mouth, shaking.  She didn't want to make the bad men angry.  They might hurt her, and she was terrified just being near them.

Ethan leaped between Wyth and his prey, telling him to stop.  Ears back, the moorcat snarled at him, showing every last one of his sharp teeth.  Why was he interfering?  This was the man that had taken his girl, he was a predator, a threat.  If someone threatened your tribe and hurt them, you got rid of them.  It was simple, though Ethan didn't seem to understand that, and kept telling him to stop.  But Ethan was the leader.  The feline bared his teeth and hissed, a show of strength to the cowed hunter, but did not try to attack again.  He permitted Ethan to pet him, but his green eyes remained fixed on the mewling slaver.  If the man tried to escape, Wyth would show no mercy.

The moorcat's ears swiveled at a muffled bell sound, but it was what came after that spurred him to action.  His girl's voice, faint but audible to his sharp ears.  The big building it came from was just a little further down the alley, though the door was shut, and looked sturdy.  But a door wasn't the only way in.  Every sense alert, Wyth heard voices, though his girl was again silent.  But this was the place, it had to be, he'd heard her and she needed him.  Gathering himself, he leaped for the boarded-up window.

Such measures were designed to keep out casual passers-by, not nearly three hundred pounds of determined  feline.  The boards smashed inwards, with a dreadful racket and he landed smack in the middle of the card game.  Shocked slavers scrambled to recover and to draw whatever weapon they had closest to hand, for Wyth was upon them immediately.  He could see his girl there in the corner, and he would protect her.  The cat didn't bother for finesse, leaping on the nearest foe from behind and simply sinking his teeth into the joint where head met neck, downing him and going after the next.[/color]