The group left the darker-skin toned man with her as they scouted more of the camp. She was sitting on the large rock, watching as the other tried to free the chain from the rock by hitting a smaller one against it. It was doing something, chipping away lightly at the stone, revealing more and more of the large metal spike that was pinned into the rock.

She sighed, her eye catching a glimpse of a shimmering light. She was about to say something, and as soon as she opened her mouth, two large blades rammed through the male's chest, causing him to scream out in pain.

Ellie quickly took cover behind the rock once everyone started to shoot, not wanting to be in the cross-fire and get hit by any stray bullets. Not that they were firing in the exact direction of the three larger aliens.

She heard shooting of different kinds and yelling, both from the group of people, and the predators. She shut her eyes and put her hands over her ears, trying to drown out the sounds with loud humming.

Everything went silent after a few moments. Ellie slowly looked up, looking around the camp, then instinctly hiding once she saw the three de-cloaking themselves. Her heart was once again beating up against her chest, she knew she didn't have much to fear, it was the pure sight of the beings that scared her down to the bone.

She shook her head, running her hands through her black and green hair shakily. She heard a low growl from the other side of the rocks, assuming that her Master was looking for her, making the remaining hounds sniff around for her. They barked, climbing onto the rock, staring down at her.

Ellie gulped, smiling nervously at the dogs as she climbed up, using the chain to help her up. She stared down at the larger being, he made a motion with his hands, holding them out like he was going to catch her if she jumped. What was this, some sort of trust exercise?

She bit her lower lip, sitting down onto the rock, only causing him to get closer. She leaned back some, shutting her eyes as she pushed herself off the rock, only to have large hands meet her sides and held her up.

She stared at him, looking at that expressionless mask with the tusks jutting out the sides. He let out a soft purr, seeming to be staring right back at her though the dark eye-holes, setting her down onto the ground. He placed both his hands on each side of her face, moving her around gently, as if to check for any scratch marks or cuts on her pale features. He nodded, seeming satisfied before he let her go.

Ellie looked at the ground, slowly sinking down. He seemed to copy the motion, crouching down beside her helpless form. She felt his hands begin to run through her hair. It slightly calmed her, but not enough.

She wasn't gone. The prey that he and his brothers were stalking and chasing had not taken her. Tracker let out a low purr, brushing his hands through her hair. It felt nice against his skin, it also intrigued him. She didn't seem to derive any pleasure from the motions, much unlike his own. She did feel pain when it was tugged upon though, that was a similarity.

Tracker could hear her heartbeat, it was slowly coming to rest at the normal palpitations it should have as he stroked his hand through her hair a little bit slower now. He went to grab his mask, to see her reaction to his face, to see if she'd feel any different towards him, but his attention was caught by his brothers jeering him.

"Tracker! That Ooman's made you pretty soft, don't you think?" Beserker howled.

"It's of no use to us! Why don't you kill it already? Better not get attached- If it runs, I'm going to kill it." Falconer hissed.

Tracker growled, standing up, his Hell Hounds jumping off the rock and protectively sat by his side, "You're just upset because you don't have an Ooman pet of your own."

Beserker and Falconer shook their heads, "Tracker, Oomans aren't the best kinds to keep around. Sure, a few of our kind had them as slaves, but... They really aren't worth it." Beserker shrugged, walking off to his section of the Hunting Camp.

"The only good thing the female Oomans are used for is for having a little bit of fun in the bedchamber, other than that, what's the point in having them? They're weak, fragile things." Falconer continued, looking at the small, chained-up being, pointing at her before looking at him, "That thing will run away the best chance it can get, and what can you do? Oomans are known for trying to get back to where they were originally. They get homesick easily."

Tracker chuffed, looking back towards the Ooman that sat in a fetal position, staring up at him, he crouched back down, running his hands through her hair once more, trying to soothe her with his purring. She filched when his hand came near her, and he did take note that she did that every time he reached for her. Perhaps it was from the Ooman's parental that they had originally been after but had mixed them up on accident.

He didn't want her to fear him, he would rather have the opposite. He wasn't sure what it was about her, she was just... A lot more interesting than all the other Ooman's that had been taken to the Hunting Preserve in the past. She was smart, being able to apparently avoid traps and was a very cautious being.

Tracker picked her up bridal-style before he sat down, now holding her in his lap.

Ellie gasped as his large hands once more met her body, picking her up as he set her onto his lap. The remaining dogs had taken the body of the dark-skinned male and began to tear and rip him to shreds. She looked away from his mask, resting her hands on his large chest. She could feel his chest vibrating as he purred, pulling her closer to him against her will.

She wasn't sure what his fascination with her was, she just knew there was something going on in his head. What it was, she didn't know.

Ellie felt one of his hands gently take her own, his thick fingers wrapping almost all the way around her tiny hand. She forced herself to look at his face, wonder in her crystal blue eyes.

"...Track...er..." he growled out, leaning a bit closer to her, the sharp tusks resting just on the sides of her smaller face.

Ellie was confused for a moment, but was also quite shocked. He had spoken, his voice was... it was interesting, deep, rough. Most definitely not something one would hear everyday. Obviously, English wasn't his native language, therefore, it must have been strange for him to talk in it.

She took a breath in, "...Tracker... That's your name..." she mumbled. He nodded, confirming her question. Ellie thought for a moment, he had told her his name, and now she should return the favor. She sat up a little bit, smiling her best at him. "Ell-ie." she spoke slowly, placing her other hand on top of the one that had enveloped the other.

"...Ell...ie." he repeated, his grip on her small hand tightening slightly, "...Mine." he growled. She wasn't sure how to respond, so, she didn't. She just nodded, looking away from his face.

He was warm to touch, it almost felt too nice. And his skin felt nice on his hands, soft, smooth, it was weird. She giggled, messing with his reptilian-like skin, examining the difference from his chest and his sides.

Ellie bit her lower lip, looking at his thin dreadlocks. She wondered what those felt like. They looked rough, but look wasn't usually everything. She reached up to his skull, taking one of the thin dreadlocks between her pointer finger and thumb as she slowly trailed them down, watching his reaction to it.

His purring became louder, head tilting to the side much like a cat would when you were scratching their ear and if felt nice, and his grip on her hand tightened once again. She pulled away, trying to get her hand freed from the iron-grip.

Tracker shook his head, quickly letting go of her hand, but took it between his fingers and bringing it to his face as if to check for broken bones. It hurt, but it didn't hurt to the point she thought it was broken, yet she could be wrong.

His purring lightened, and he did not release her hand once he was done inspecting it.

"... No... Broken... Bones." he chuckled, holding her close to him, his chin, or what would be his chin, resting on her head. She blinked, smelling a very interesting smell coming from him. It was a strange musk, barely there, but if one was close enough, one could smell it.

It was then that she began to feel the chain connected to her collar start to be tugged, causing her to start to feel like she was choking. She coughed, leaning back some to release the pressure. Tracker let out a worried rumble, quickly unhooking the chain so she could get air into her lungs.

"Ell-ie... Okay?" he asked softly, hugging her close to him. She nodded her head, coughing again. It must have been one of the Hell Hounds that caused that to happen, they were just walking around without and direction since they finished their meal, one must have gotten the chain wrapped around their paw.

At least she didn't have to deal with that annoying sound the chain made every time she moved now.