The look on Vega's face bothers Feign a little bit, though for some reason, he can tell she's more tuned to her instincts, more like the children back at the den.  "I'm going to go prepare the spell and calm Arkain and the kids."<br/><br/>The thought of leaving a hunt doesn't sit well with Feign's stomach.  It grumbles a little bit, which Delilah can hear loud and clear...  She glances from out of Feign's mouth and right up at Vega's hungry look.  As Feign slithers off back towards the den, Delilah wonders if she is safer out there with the soldiers or in this serpent's gullet.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Back in the camp, a private franticly tries to get a signal out to the home base.  They were warned that some kind of weird magnetic phenomenon might still mes up long distance radio.  Even soldier to soldier communication seemed a little faint, despite theoretically being able to broadcast all the way to headquarters.  "Crap crap crap..."  He tunes it back to the local frequency, "Sergent, that transmission problem the scientists talked about is confirmed.  I think the tower might be the only way to get a message out.  What are your orders?"