Watching Robyn slink away, Dusty rose to his paws. "She doesn't seem very friendly. I wouldn't trust her, if I were you." He whispered to Teegan, his voice low. Glancing around, he peered around the building, trying to get a glimpse of Robyn. He turned back to the fae, his ear twitching. "Let's grab our kill, get Micah, and hurry back to camp. Something about the canine bothers me." He muttered, already heading towards his prey. Although it wasn't much, at least it was something for the group to eat. Scraping the dirt off of the creature, he scooped up the rat and glanced at Teegan, before added, "I'm going to look for Micah. You can head back," before sniffing the air. The dead rat drifted into his nose, but he managed to pick up the fading scent of Micah. Flicking his tail, he trotted after it, his ears perking as he heard a snarl erupt nearby. Narrowing his eyes, he headed into the direction, picking up his pace as he spotted the outline of a figure. As he neared, he relaxed when he realized it was Micah. "C'mon - we have to go. Grab your prey and follow me."