Raschen huffed as he scanned the lines of the Hume walls. All damage seemed to occur from within, no outward attacks noticably striking the walls. All seemed calm within the Warren. At least under Raschen's observation. He chewed his nail.<br/><br/>"Something goes on within...a riot?..Rebellion against their leaders?....Civil war?" he huffed. There were too many possibilities and all of them would put this Taryn and her Hase companion in danger.<br/><br/>He stood and grunted, the shimmering silver of his fur turning a heavy sepia once more before he was gone. Moments later he would appear with a faint shudder of the earth beneath where he stood, his entrance and exit disappearing moments later. He took heavy whiffs, finding remnants of the Hase's scent, following it quietly along the walls to a secondary tunnel, taking a breath to fight the scent of Hume waste as he slipped inside, hesitantly taking whiffs now and again to find the Hase's scent once more, taking turns through the endless grids of tunnels and outlets. He stopped at a ladder heavy in both the Hase and Taryns scent, him relieving his nostrils with a slow whiff of her hair that lay around his curved blade's handle. He smiled faintly. His curiousity abounding to see this "Home". He slowly ascended the ladder, finding a metal plate between him and the surface, reaching up and with the ease of a Beastkin warrior pressed the plate up and aside, slowly rising to the street level, Emerald eyes moving about slowly. The streets seemed empty, all the noise from before having faded.<br/><br/>"So strange...their homes are naught but stone and wood" He muttered to himself as he rose up, shaking his fur of the sepia dust and placing the manhole cover back where it had laid before.<br/><br/>He stretched a moment, finding the scent of the Hume villiage to be overbaring and odorous in relation to the scents of the warren he was so used to. He shook his head to try and fight the scent, agitatedly running his paws through his silvery blue braides that fell halfway down his back. The scent was already giving him headaches. He closed his eyes tight with a shudder before blinking at the scent of Taryn and her Hase companion and...another beastkin? How many beastkin existed on this side of the wall?<br/><br/>He followed the scent quietly to the bordello door, eyeing the ornate red entrance, tilting his head, his ears flicking and his nostrils flaring at the heavy scent of mating filled the air. He rose his paw toward the door, gasping and blinking to find a Katze swinging the ornate door wide, his emerald eyes staring down into the sapphires of the slender, flexible feline.