Luckily, with Vitae's current bindings, the werecat wouldn't have been able to bite off Abir's hand even if he wanted to. Still, he hunched down to give the prince's hand a sniff or two before glancing away to look towards Alden expectantly.<br/><br/>"Ah, I could tell you all about how I've taken him a few years back. But first order of business...." Alden trained off, taking out his key ring from his belt to begin undoing Vitae's bindings. He started with the cuffs, then the muzzle, and finally, the collar.<br/><br/>The werecat let out a triumphant roar, stretching to its full height and rearing its arms back before gazing down at Alden, looking even more feral than it did a second ago.<br/><br/>The collector, however, seemed deadpan, as if this were simply routine for him by now. "Remember, no livestock, no people. Be back before sundown."<br/><br/>Not even a second later, the furry monster bounded off on all fours into the woods.<br/><br/>Alden let out a sigh, walking back into the carriage for a minute before returning back out with a large brown box, seemingly made of dark stained wood with some light engravings on the side. "Now then...if you could please lead the way?"