The behemoth wrapped his tree trunk arms around the wraith's fail body. His own back taking the brunt of parnell's rockets. The Goliath had been slain mere moments before and the hunters went after the wraith. The behemoth knew neither of them were long for this world. He roared in pain, and attempting to leave a cavity for the wraith he curled up and rolled towards the nearest cave. Upon unraveling he erected a rock wall to shield them from the hunters. He looked at her almost limp frame, motionless save a slight rise and fall in her chest. The moment he'd seen her on Shear he felt sworn to protect her. And now that she was dieing in his arms he could not keep himself sedated, and he cried. His tears evaporating from the heat of his magma and his cries out echoed off the cave walls. The wraith made a faint movement in his arms and he flicked his head down to see if she'd be alright. Her arm swung out in an arc, blade coming an inch from his exposed inards, and a portal opened at the end of her arc. Without another thought the behemoth stepped through the portal, wraith in arms. Once halfway through he could hear the rock wall fall away and the hunters shouting. No doubt they would follow them. But by the time he could throw up another wall he was through and so was the trapper.
The trapper having seen that he was alone stared at the behemoth wide eyed and fearful. Someone barked at him on his radio and he shakingly reached for his radio. The behemoth leaned over and came face to face with the trapper. He roared into his face, causing his hat to fall off and his front to be covered in behemoth saliva. The trapper passed out and the behemoth took this chance to escape clutching the wraith he walked tenderly cradling the wraith and avoiding the wildlife. As he walked he took the chance to look around. He couldn't tell if they were still on Shear or not. The plants and wildlife looked similar but who knows what other planets could harbor life like this. They could be anywhere. The behemoth was lost and unable to get his bearings until he found a cave. The behemoth always liked caves. They felt homey to him. As if he belonged there. It was a small cave. Big enough for the 2 of them but not much more. The behemoth constructed a rock wall to keep out prying eyes and exposed his glowing innards to light up the cave. The wraith had fallen asleep, perhaps passed out was more likely and the behemoth decided this was as good a time as any to rest as well. In the morning he would find food for them.
