He ignored the departing humans, not that he had any intention of stopping or helping them. He turned slightly to watch the human clumsily wrap the large fleshy leaves around his arm before craning his head slightly to gaze at his wounded wing. The wounds were deep, leaving bone and muscle exposed. It would take a while for the deep open wound caused by the small predator’s teeth to heal but the badly broken bone would take longer provided it heal properly. He didn't look forward to the unpleasantness of having to re-break the limb if it healed crooked. Maybe if he kept it tightly tucked against his flank and moved it as little as possible it would heal correctly.<br/><br/>Once he tended to it then he could relax somewhat.<br/><br/>He returned to the thick vines where he had first gotten the leaves, plucked a large number of them and pulled free a narrow vine so he could bind the injured wing into the folded position. A life of harsh experiences had taught him such injuries needed to be tended to right away. Not left to fester.<br/><br/>Supplies gathered he turned back towards the human, perking up slightly at the mention of shelter. Unable to speak with a mouth full of bitter leaves he made a faint sound of approval. He trailed behind Brandon, easily making his way through the dense foliage. Once he reaches the thick entwined roots he doesn't hesitate to step into the makeshift shelter, huffing softly at the thick stench of rotten wood and mold but it was at least dry. With a grunt he laid down, tucking his long limbs against his body before dropping the leaves and vine to the ground. He began to untangle the thin vines, concentrating on his task. It would be no easy task bind the wing even with the extra phalanx in the toes of his fore paws coupled with the doubled jointed ‘thumb’ allowed him to easily manipulate items. His kind could even create complex baskets made of woven vines and leaves for carrying things.<br/><br/>It would be a lot easier if he had help but he was too proud to even consider asking his organic partner for assistance.<br/><br/>“You are not like the other humans who came here a long time ago. You have little fear and have a strong heart.”<br/><br/><br/>------------<br/><br/>Somewhere at Hell's Gate<br/><br/>"Major....a small craft was picked up by the long range instruments. It appears to be a small mercenary craft. “the grunt approached hand, data pad in one had. The sensitive equipment was temperamental at best and with the storm interfering with the sensitive equipment it often picked up nothing. One of the egg heads had sworn it had picked up not one but two small craft but energy signal had been so weak and degraded it was passed off as a glitch.<br/><br/>"Has there been any contact with the ship’s crew?" Grant didn't turn away from the large reinforced window, watching the rain streak down it.<br/><br/>"Not yet. They are trying to get a signal out to the ship. They will have to boost it but it still will be pretty degraded and the crew might not even be alive."<br/><br/>Dead crew meant the ship would be ripe for scavenging. Live crew meant mercenaries that could help or hinder. Either way it would provide much needed supplies.