"Uhuh," whimpers the female quietly. The male growlithe presses up against her to comfort her a little.<br/><br/>Atlas narrows his eyes at the lapras, not trusting him one bit. He swims away rapidly, trying to put a little distance between them. "Hey, I said I'd eat you as well as them, and I didn't see you complaining!" he retorts.<br/><br/>Kate attempts to follow Marcellus, but she takes a little longer because she can't stand on any of the smaller branches without them breaking.