Berrac was flustered, his blood heated and his senses not with him. So when Maia brought out her chastity belt he found himself getting furious. The straps made him believe that she was going to strap him down like some sort of animal. His hand gripped the handle of his hammer tight enough to get the veins forming and his eyes narrowed as he looked at the harness.<span style="color: #0059b3"> "I...will...never...be restrained...by you...OR ANYONE!"</span>While she was taller then he was fully reared she was not as tough, nor as strong. His mind raced with the thought of simply smashing her to the ground with his hammer and beating her to a pulp. His race on the whole were against the mere idea of restraint such as what she was demanding, and he more so. He had been contained before and it chaffed at the thought of who he was, he would never again let somebody do that.<br/><br/>Once Alicia had put back on her suit it was as if a bucket of water had been dropped on him and he visibly staggered back, the fresh air breezing past his nose. Though his blood was still heated he did not smell the pheromones and that took some of the restraint off. This wasnt how he did things...not how he acted...he had disgraced himself and acted like an animal, and he felt shame. He turned away from them saying softly, the shame on his face was visible.<span style="color: #0059b3">"Stun not necessary..."</span>When the new man appeared in the cave with spear at the ready. His hammer came up and an audible click noise was heard as the first shot was ready. But seeing his reaction to Maia he had two thoughts, one of which was that he must have been from the other party and the other was frustration at a male giving sign of obedience to a woman that he did not trust...she didnt trust him obviously but that also included the fact he was male, honestly he had no idea how they bred unless they were like Issy or expecting sub men. It would have been better for him if she was more like Issy...must be a race thing.<br/><br/>Though the smell was gone, he still felt his blood hot and shame for his stupidity. The fae needed to be saved and that should have been first in his mind. He pointed his finger at Kula and now let his humanoid mind work again.<span style="color: #0059b3">"Your right...Kula stand guard, you scare them."</span>He then turned to the new guy and though he didnt trust him knew he would be needed.<span style="color: #0059b3">"You ladies stay here, you risk more pack. You new person, you've been awhile yes? Then find that spot and take me there, fast as can go."</span>He gestured at the image on screen.<span style="color: #0059b3"> "Evy, pan the view around. Need to see more area and quickly." </span>His right eye closed tight for a moment and he lifted his left arm, looking at a nasty gash on his arm. It still stung and was still bleeding, which was vexing to say the least. So he took out a field kit and worked the bandage around the deeper cuts while he  waited to see if the new guy could get the lay of the land from the screen.<span style="color: #0059b3">"Recognize it?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>