Dreamer nodded and followed the catgirl and the slim human as they began running.  He took up the rear, being careful not to go too fast, in case little Feldana were to trip and fall; he didn't want to end up tripping over her, as much for her sake as for his.<br/><br/>He smirked.  He'd seen her trip because she was in too much of a hurry once before.  It hadn't been a very nice situation.<br/><br/>He looked back at the fort as he ran.  Smoke was coming from the roof now, where some idiots from the rebellion had lit fires.  He prayed silently that the flames would spread and bring the damaged structure down ---- killing as many of the revolutionaries as possible in the process.<br/><br/>He wondered, also, whether or not the Blotars were really dead.  That Shark character... what Dreamer had seen of him hadn't been pretty.  Big, brutal, scarred, and wearing body parts from furries he'd killed... a psychopath.<br/><br/>Would Shark kill all the Blotars?  Or was he smart enough to keep some alive, to extract information he may not know?  He didn't strike Dreamer as a smart man, just a violent one... but he might keep the Blotars alive out of selfishness.  Baroness Larosha and her dauhters weren't ugly, for bovines... and he might well insist that he, and he alone, vore every one of them over the course of a week...<br/><br/>Dreamer turned his attention back to the others with him, pressing his lips together grimly.  He might as well write the Blotars off as dead... which left Feldana as the only survivor, and as an orphan.<br/><br/>Except for Maeve... he had to get to her.  Fast.<br/><br/>--Lakran Hereford,-- Dreamer thought grimly, --you'd better have done your job of protecting her!--<br/><br/>"Do you know how to drive... uh, didn't catch your name," he called to the slim human in front of him.  "If not, I can.  We'll have to conceal our passengers so as not to have the rebels bother us, but if we can commandeer a vehicle, we should be able to reach Sombquist quickly."