"Tracker, who is this Ooman? why is it here?" Beserker growled at the younger blood, stomping towards him threateningly, stopping right in-front of him as he waited for an answer from the other, he was not pleased, and if it wasn't obvious, they were going to have some troubles. Tracker stood his ground, letting out a low growl at the other.

"I found her within one of our traps, my Hell Hounds managed to chase her to one. She's been alluding us for too long." Tracker hissed, holding his head up high, his chest puffed out as he glared at Beserker through his mask. Falconer walked up to the two, looking at Tracker, flexing his fingers.

"And you didn't kill it? What is the meaning of that? If you remember, Tracker; The strong rise. The weak must fall." he snarled.

"She's smart, she managed to escape us multiple times, hasn't she? Besides. I'd much rather have a cute little Ooman slave... It seemed like it'd be an... interesting thing to experience." Tracker reasoned calmly.

Beserker shook his head, glaring at Tracker through his mask. He pushed the male's arm in a challenging way, "If you wish to keep it, you're taking care of it. Do you understand? We're not too happy about it, but, if you think you can handle a filthy, weak Ooman slave that will probably try multiple times to run away the chance it gets, then be my guest." he threw up a hand, walking away from the other Yautja, he came so close to killing him, slicing his head off with his wrist blade. Falconer chuffed, looking at Tracker over his shoulder as he followed Beserker.

Tracker looked back to the small Ooman, seeing just how freaked out she was. Her heart-beat was rapid, and she looked to almost be hyperventilating. He walked towards her, reaching a hand out to her. The reaction he received was as guessed, for she had flinched and tried to shrink away from him.

She shied away from him. He was scary, so were the dogs that sat above her, perching on the rock, watching her closely, looking ready to rip into her if she dared to try to run or move. She hadn't a clue what the alien's were talking about, speaking in the strangest language she had ever heard.

Ellie just couldn't get air into her lungs, fear was causing her to hyperventilate. She placed her hands over her mouth, shutting her eyes as she pretended to be breathing into a bag. She just needed to calm down, to make her heart slow before she had a heart-attack. Ellie opened an eye, only to see that the alien being had backed off and was sitting down a few feet away from her, but was watching her closely, an alien-dog laying down beside him as he rested a hand upon it's head.

Ellie bit her lower lip, rolling the piece of flesh between her top and bottom set of teeth. She wasn't sure what to expect from him, what was he going to do with her, anyway? She hoped he wasn't going to use her as dog chow or something, though, if he was planning on doing that, she was sure he would have already done it.

She shivered at the thought, finally managing to calm down, feeling her heart slowly decrease in palpitations until it was normal.

Ellie looked to the being, hugging her body close to her. She watched him as he stood up, looking at the dog-creature before snapping his fingers, pointing at her. She froze, wondering if he was sicking the alien onto her, or if he was just motioning for it to watch her.

It growled, watching him walk away before it looked at her, snarling lowly before walking closer to her, laying down beside her, making sure to keep its gaze focused onto her.

She couldn't help but stare at the dog-like creature, admiring but also fearing how it was built and how big it was. She swallowed down the lump in her throat, hesitantly reaching towards the dog's face. It looked like it was more reptilian-like, the skin very similar to one, but the face, she wasn't sure what the hell it reminded her of.

The Hell Hound growled at her, narrowing its eye at her before leaning away from her petite, pale hand. She pulled it back to her, not wanting the creature to bite her hand off.

She looked around for the humanoid, not being able to see where he had gone. Ellie puffed out a cheek, looking around. She stood up, but was instantly met with the alien-hound barking madly at her, it startled her, and she tripped over her feet, falling down to the ground, expecting the hound to tear into her body, ripping out all of her innards, wearing them like some sort of grotesque collar and leash.

Yet, nothing happened. The hound had ceased its barking, glaring at her as it snarled, laying back down on the ground. Okay, so, she wasn't able to stand to see her surroundings, that was lovely to know. These things looked vicious, and they probably were when the being that owned them didn't hold them back or order them not to attack something.

She sat, quiet and unsure about everything. What could she do that didn't make the hound bark at her? She reached for her bag with her art supplies in it cautiously, looking back to the hound with every inch she took. It watched her hand, letting out a low growl, but that was it.

She grabbed the zipper and began to unzip it, pulling out one of the few sketchbooks that resided within it and a mechanical pencil. She quickly pulled them to her, watching the hound all the way through. Okay, so, it didn't seem to have a problem with that. Maybe it was only set to bark at her ferociously when she stood, which would make sense. If she stood up, to it it may mean she might try to make a break for it, and it'd have to chase her and pull her to the ground.

Ellie opened the book, skipping a few pages filled with doodles till she came to one that was freed of colour and pencil marks. She pressed the graphite to the paper, wondering exactly what to draw on the page. She looked at the creature that seemed to have finally stopped growling, resting it's head on it's paws.

Ellie had realized just how amazing and powerful the creature was, its design was intriguing as well. She leaned back up against the rock, looking around for the humanoid to see if he was anywhere near before she began to doodle the dog-like creature that sat beside her.

Though, it made her question, where did Mr. Big-and-Terrifying go? He had walked away, but what he went to do was the problem here. Of course, speak of the Devil and he shall appear. He was carrying something, and it became more clear as he got closer to her.

Was that... a collar?