"Please... don't hurt me..." she whispered, she had blurted out the words stupidly, knowing he wouldn't dare to harm her, but one could never be too careful.

"Don't worry... if I wanted.. to harm you... don't you think I... would of by now?" he trilled, pressing his face closer to hers. She shrunk slightly a soft whimper escaping her as she felt his large hands resting on her smaller form. She wasn't sure what he was planning on doing, and that just made the situation all the worse. Ellie was certain he could hear her heart beat, cause she most certainly heard it in her ears, a slight ringing sound accompanying it.

A hand moved from her frame, running through her hair that was semi-dry by now thanks to the warm air of the planet. She didn't flinch as hard, mostly due to his mandibles daring to slice her cheeks if she thrashed or moved too quickly.

"...What are you... planning on doing, Tracker?" Ellie spoke softly, as if there was a sleeping bear right next to them, and a loud sound would cause it to awake and maul them to death. She also was unsure if anyone was listening, rather not wanting to be caught like this.

"...Just wait... Will see..~" he replied, voice just as quiet, but still deep and guttural. How he managed to talk was something Ellie always wondered, he didn't exactly have lips, nor a visible tongue to use for words that required it. He was so intriguing and smart, but so confusing.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt something warm and, some-what, wet against her thin lips. Ellie's eyes went wide, her jaw locking up as she held her lips shut, denying access to the appendage out of instinct. Tracker let out a soft growl, taking a handful of her hair before he pulled gently, earning a quiet moan from the female. It was nice to see some tricks involving the hair would work on her. That was when he found the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, adventuring the strange, wet cavern, feeling along her blunt teeth and her own tongue, sliding along it slowly.

Ellie wasn't sure how to react. She was being frenched by an alien; how do you even react to that, anyway? His tongue was bumpy, almost sand-paper like but without the painful burn when it ran across the skin inside her mouth, it was soft in a way too. A very weird mix. Its' taste was something combined with meat and something she couldn't put her finger on, it was smokey but nothing came to mind that matched the taste.

She was hesitant, bringing up her hands to rest along his lower mandibles to hold him as he kissed her, if this could really be called a kiss. She pressed herself closer to him, wanting more without even thinking twice about it.

WHOOSH!

Ellie quickly pulled away from Tracker at the metallic swooping sound. She put her hands over her chest even though her breasts were covered by a bra, she felt exposed now that there was something else there with them. Tracker growled threateningly as a small, bird-like contraption stopped right beside them, its large, red lone eye examining the two closely.

"Hmph... One of Falconer's contraptions..." he growled, wrapping his arms protectively around Ellie as he glared at the metallic bird. It looked at Tracker before it flew straight up, taking off into the forest. He growled, looking at the Ooman. She had two thin, bleeding lines along the top of her cheeks where his upper mandibles had rested. He purred softly, nudging his head against her own like a cat that was trying to comfort their owner. "...I... apologize for that..." he mumbled, purring louder.

"..Ah... It's... It's fine, Tracker, don't worry about it... they barely hurt." there was only a small sting where the cuts were at, it wasn't anything dangerous, therefore she'd be perfectly okay. She rested her hand on-top of his head, slowly moving it back, petting him, loving the feeling of his skin against her own.

"...Get dressed... Heading back..." he mumbled, standing up with her in his arms. He set her down after walking over to the small clothes pile that had been neglected and removed by Ellie when she wished to go swimming. She sighed, a little upset but also relieved. She wasn't sure if she was ready for that with the being just yet, they would have gotten half-way to actually doing it, then Ellie would back out as quickly as she could, her mind telling her that it was going to hurt worse than anything, causing her to become frightened. It had happened before the first time she tried it, who is to say it wouldn't happen with him?

She straightened out her shirt, dusting off dirt and dust from her pants before she turned to where she expected Tracker to be standing.

He had vanished without a single word.

"..T... Tracker?" she whispered, a wave of fear washing over her the instant she realized she had become alone. Where did he go? He wouldn't just leave her here... She decided to wait for him, see if he would come back. Maybe he went to get her something to eat, she was fairly hungry... Maybe he knew that.

Ellie whimpered once more. It was getting dark, and anything could happen now, she didn't like it. She stood in the same spot, the sound of the waterfall and a few birds being her only companions. Crystal blue eyes looked to the sky, the large planets that hung above, looking to be right beside the Preserve giving off quite a light, a few stars shone off in the distance as well.

She walked a short distance, looking into the pool of water before she heard a twig snap, causing her to gasp and nearly trip over her own feet, nearly landing into the nice warm, refreshing water. She had jut gone for a swim and was dry, she didn't need her clothes to weigh her down and she was done swimming for the day.

She stood still, trying to listen in on what was going on over the sound of the roaring waterfall that crashed down behind her. She heard voices, different ones. They all sounded very familiar. She cocked her head to the side, walking over to the foliage that surrounded most the area, Ellie pushed some bushes aside and stepped through them, stopping dead in her tracks when a gun was suddenly held to her head.

Slowly, it was brought down and she let out a soft breath that she had been holding in.

"...It's... you..."

Ellie looked up, stepping all the way through the bushes, not breaking eye-contact with the 'leader' of the group. She smiled softly, giving a friendly wave to them.

"Wow... I didn't think we'd see you again." Mr. Red Hoodie spoke up, "I thought for sure you'd be dead by now."

"Heh... Well, I'm not..." Ellie shrugged, looking around cautiously in-case Tracker was watching from a distance, "As a matter of fact... The one that has been looking after me has been very kind... I'm kinda glad to see you guys alive as well, it's not often I meet the same people twice here, you know?" she nodded to the small group, giggling softly.

The Russian quickly walked over, throwing his strong arms around her as he patted her back, she squeaked, but quickly wrapped her arms around him in return.

"Nice to see you again, Ellie." he smiled, lightly pushing her shoulder after he backed off. She stumbled a little, then copied his move.

"Nice to see you too." Ellie nodded.

"Hey there, Ellie..." the convict suddenly spoke, walking up to her. She took a step back, feeling a bit weary of him. "Nice to see you. So.. How did you get away from that thing? I mean, that chain was on your collar pretty tight. How the hell did you get that fuckin' thing off?"

"Yeah, why don't you share with us how you managed to escape?" the woman of the group chimed in.

Ellie scratched her neck, feeling a little embarrassed, "Well... I didn't really escape, see, Tracker kind of let me off the chain a few days ago, he trusted me... plus, the other two would kill me if I dared to leave camp, so... I had to stay..."

"And you chose today, at this time, to run off?" the leader spoke up, shifting his weight from one leg to the other.

"Not... quite..." Ellie mumbled, messing with the hem of her shirt.