Raschen sighed, bringing silence to the group a moment, chewing his nail in thought as he mulled over the facts put before him. He trusted Devlin to speak the truth to him and would not doubt his choices or words. Slime? He shook his head with a huff. Nothing in the warren left a natural residue. It had to be something left behind by a creature. But what creature of the warren leaves behind such a trail in its wake and has access to weapons of flame?<br/><br/>He sighed heavily, shaking his head with a chuckle as if he thought something laughable as a solution. he was lost i silent thought for several long moments, his intense emerald gaze piecing the flames between them before he glanced up at Taryn and the Kyote staring at him. He chuckled faintly and shook his head.<br/><br/>"There...There is nothing we can do tonight...the storms rage far too heavily. You can see nothing beyond your own muzzle so let us rest here until morning and I will accompany you both to your camp where I can speak with your chief." He said with a smile, the kyote nodding and moving over toward the mouth of the cave, a fair distance form, them, deciding to lay their sleeping cloths beneath the satchel of glow roots instead of by the fire, their kind enjoying the rain though not for travel. They would sleep to the noise.<br/><br/>He sighed some, discarding his loin cloth for comfort in his sleep, leaving it by the fire, glancing to Taryn and smiling faintly. "Get some rest...I'll....get some of my own...soon enough" he muttered in a not so convincing tone, returning his gaze to the flames where he sat in thought. He would remain for quite a while, and when Taryn would glance up, awoken by her usual nightmare she would find him still settled near the flame, gaze transfixed on the flames, his thumb claw rested to his lip, his mind lost in the torment of loss. He had to protect his people...his kind were meant to protect the lives of those in the other camps. And these reports of slime....more and more seemed to point to mythical creatures supposed gone for centuries. He was so lost in his own mind he would not notice the approaching Hume behind him.