Raschen rose a brow at the gathering Humes. "scouts..." he muttered, eyeing them as they squabbled among themselves over petty matters.<br/><br/>His interest peaked further when the rusty waters flowed from their own gate, his fur standing on end and ears perking when doors were thrown open, his eyes wandering to the female Hume stepping from the doorway to scorn the young ones for misbehaving. He quietly eyes their leader, this red haired female Hume, noticing the flow of rusty water to be sourced from her own body.<br/><br/>"The humes can use the magicks?" he muttered quietly.<br/><br/>The beastkin were no strangers to innate abilities presented by mutation, many of his own kind having such abilities, their chief possessing the ability of steel flesh. He could turn flesh and blood as hard as steel, arrow heads shattering against his chest in battle. Raschen possessed abilities of his own but not a single member of his tribe knew what it was he was capable of. He found his eyes lingering upon the female and the curves she attempted to hide beneath layers of cloth and armor. It was not often he laid eyes upon a hume female...much less one so captivating<br/>in her confidence and steadfast command. His gaze was interupted by a glance of fur, eyes moving to a beastkin from the Hase tribe. Herbivores, swift, cowardly, skilled in stealth by necessity. The Hase seemed to serve the female. This was both disturbing and confusing all at once. As he saw the young ones leave into the tunnels and then the magick using Hume, his eyes moved once more to the Hase, his ears falling back to notice their eyes were meeting from across the expanse. Had he been seen? He chewed his lower lip. Had his curiosity finally gotten the best of him? Did he have time to get away before he signaled the Hume?