Raschen huffed, having to stand for a few long moments to find their scent amongst the waves of sewage and runoff that filled the air along the towering walls that seemed more and more a barrier to keep residents in than to keep unwanted guests out. Many of the beastkin, especially with their  "talents", would watch the walls bend to their will, standing alone against them. The beastkin ignored the Hume. Because the Hume seemed to ignore them. Live and let live. Even Hyane agreed to such a lifestyle because they believed the Hume beneath them. To shroud themselves so heavily with walls and defenses was a sign of cowardice to the Hyane, the warlords of the Warren. In their minds the Hume were simply afraid of the world they had come to live in. They were afraid to admit they no longer stood atop the food chain. That no longer..were they the Apex predator they prided themselves for so long to be.<br/><br/>"To house their own kind so heavily...to steal the world from them..." muttered Raschen to himself, or so he thought, in his moment of inward philosophy that were more and more frequent as of late. "They are far worse than the Hyane to their own kind.."<br/><br/>He took a few steps before noting a beam of light moving slowly across the landscape. "Sentries..." he thought, glancing up to the towers and then slowly to the wall, noting the Hase standing, blade in hand, alongside a tunnel entrance. He tilted his head slowly. Was he waiting? Raschen glanced up tot he sweeping spotlights a moment and closed his eyes, the brilliant, phosphorescent emeralds disappearing from view, the silver strands of his fur emitting a faint plume of dust, regressing into a heavy sepia, losing their beautiful sheen. The Hase meer feet away would feel a shudder in the grounds beneath his own paws before the Kuguar had completely disappeared, a piling of soil and ash where he had been standing.<br/><br/>"What are you waiting for, Hase" came his gentle voice against the long ear of the stealthy creature, the soil and earth beneath the Kuguar broken ajar, the soil uplifted around the breakage which disappeared as soon as it had appeared, the Warren floor left as it had been before he was lost form sight moments ago.<br/><br/>He smiled slowly, his emerald gaze rested on the Hase firmly, the scent of the fiery maned Hume leaving into the tunnel. The Kuguars colouring had returned to its previous neutral state of silvery gray.