Ellie approached the alien being that was chained to the giant totem-like structure. He looked so defeated, head hanging low, not making any attempts to free himself. He looked so weak. She swallowed hard, standing in front of him now. He let out a low growl, slowly looking up at her once he noticed her presense, mandibles flaring like he was angry.

"..H...Hello...?" she muttered.

He just cocked his head, his mandibles twitching as his eye-ridges furrowed, making him look even more upset than he was originally. She bit her lower lip, clenching her hands.

"...Can you understand me?" she asked.

No reply, he just stared at her.

"... Okay... uh... I think you can understand me, you'd be looking at me in a much more confused fashion..." she smiled, walking a bit closer to him, examining his body the best she could. He looked very weak, it was hard to tell if he was given food or not how his body was. He was smaller than the others, too, his hair being much more thicker and looking waxy compared to Tracker's thin, rough hair-dreadlocks whatever it was-, he also had a strange 'happy trail' as one would call it going from his chest and shoulders all the way down to his loincloth, the hairs looked more like tiny, black needles or spikes. Ellie sighed, placing her hands on her hips before she began to think of how to put a question into the being's language. Once she thought, she began to speak, "Why you here...?" yeah, she wasn't very good at it.

He made a slightly astonished face, cocking his head to the side as his mandibles twitched rapidly. She grinned triumphantly, sure that he understood that, how couldn't he when it was his language? He gave a silent croak, still not talking, but seeming to prefer gestures instead. He threw his head in the direction Berserker was at, letting out a low growl, sounding more of one out of of hate.

At least she knew someone else who hated that big guy.

Okay, that was a start. "Berserker brought you here?" she asked in English, watching as he just growled and nodded in a subtle fashion. She'd ask Tracker why the male was here in the first place, seeing as he didn't really answer her question she presented to him. Ellie bit her lower lip, rolling it between her teeth, a small habit she just began to notice she did. "...What's your name?" she asked, this time in his language, hoping to get at least that out of him.

He, once more, didn't reply. Was his voicebox broken or something? Or did he simply not feel like talking to her because of what she was? She didn't know, and frankly, she wasn't sure if she really did.. Maybe talking to this one was a mistake, he was way too silent, only giving her roars and growls as responses. Honestly, he was a bit... better looking, to say, than the others. The way the mandibles were, not jutted out forward and curved, but more close to his face, and how his face was.. so very interesting, less pulled back and more scrunched if that was the word for it. She shook her head. No. She was with Tracker, she wasn't going to let this guy win her over just because of his looks.

Ellie sighed, about to ask him something else when she suddenly heard the alien dogs barking in an excited fashion.

Tracker was back!

She cast one last glance towards the strange Yautja before she slowly began her way, only to hear him growl lowly in his native tongue.

"Don't trust them..."

She blinked, stopping for a moment before she shook her head, running to go and greet the larger predator.

She ran up to Tracker, stopping in front of him. Falconer was standing beside him, two small bird-like contraptions resting on his shoulders, the one on his left shoulder was the same one that had ruined her and his alone time. Tracker gave a gentle purr as he picked Ellie up and held her close to him.

"Ellie... Thought was gone..." he rumbled, nuzzling the side of his head into her chest so the tusks attached to his mask weren't dug into her flesh, causing her face to catch fire with a blush.

"I thought you were gone. You just left me at the waterfall without a word... A rather rude thing to do on a date, as my kind would say.." she frowned, resting her head against his mask, not sure if she should forgive him for that. The only person she could ever hold a grudge against was her mom, and it was super hard to stay mad at people she loved. She'd let it slide, for now anyway.

Even if he wasn't really a person, more like a feral animal that could stand on two legs, talk and was very, very intelligent and good at hunting... In a way, he was a loved one to her. Thus, she couldn't stay mad.

"...Falconer required... assistance... urgently..." Tracker muttered, setting her down before he patted her on the head softly. He turned to look at his brother, giving a soft growl before the other stalked off to do whatever he was to do. He turned back to her, brushing her face sweetly with his knuckles. "... Glad see... not taken... nor killed..."

She nodded, leaning into his touch. God, she loved the feeling of his alien skin against her own. It shouldn't of been as enjoyable as it was, but it just.. was. Suddenly, she found her mind was beginning to wonder about in a bad place...

No, get your head out of the gutter, Ellie. But it was probably... Did it feel as good as his skin did? Was it huge? Would it feel... pleasurable? Of course it would... maybe... I don't know, I've never had sex with an alien, or even human for that matter, before... and now I'm talking to myself in my head, lovely.

She shook her head, trying to get the dirty thoughts about Tracker's... thing out of her mind. Damn, what the fuck was going on with her? Her much more wicked side must be trying to make an appearence, trying to get her to figure out exactly what Tracker was like down there, use force if she had to. But she restrained herself. Just a few days ago, she was scared out of her wits thanks to this creature, and now she was his shy, cute little pet that was thinking about seducing him just to see it. She mentally smacked herself.

Though, she sure as Hell wanted to taste him in her mouth again...

Ellie smiled shyly at him, "...So... uh... do you.. want to pick up where we left off?"

"Tired..." was all Tracker muttered. Ellie frowned, but gave a nod. It seemed like he hadn't slept in days, which was exactly the case. Not once had she seen him lay down to fall asleep, take a break except when he was watching over her. So, it was only fair... "Tomorrow... Will find better place... We be alone then." he purred. He really wanted to mate her, but he just couldn't find it in himself. Besides, Falconer had ruined their moment and he needed a new start at that, he couldn't do it while he was tired.

Ellie wasn't sure why, but she loved-no adored- the sounds of his purrs and growls, the way they resonated behind the mask, Hell, even without the mask his voice stayed the same and it was secretly arousing for her.

And there went her mind again, right-fucking-back to the gutter.

She watched Tracker, staring at his muscles as he walked away from her to find a good spot to rest. She was ogling him, hopefully without him actually noticing, not that he'd care at all, he'd probably allow her to see every inch of him as long as that was what would please her.

Though, one thing did stand out above all, well... more like below if that makes sense.

Sweet Jesus, he had one hell of a nice ass. She couldn't take her eyes off of it, she was transfixed. Now she knew how it felt to be a man when they saw a lady with one fine, sexy ba-donka-donk.. At least she believed it was like that. She was really tempted to run up behind him and grope him, see how he'd react to that.

It was only when Berserker entered her peripheral vision that she could tear her gaze away from staring at Tracker's hind to look to him. Ellie looked to the ground, feeling a bit embarrassed that she had been probably caught staring at his brother's buttocks.

Berserker gave a short grunt, walking towards her. She quickly backed away the best she could, fear taking over her body instantly. There was just something about him that made her want to scream and get the fuck back and away from him. Was it the mask? Was it the looming doom she felt when ever he was near? Both seemed to be at the very tip-top of the list.

Ellie forced her gaze to remain on him, not wanting to seem weak even though she was compared to the wall of pure strength standing before her. He cocked his head to the side, a low growl escaping him, freezing her body in place.

He reached out to her and she quickly flinched away from him, both from the twitch and the fact she didn't want him to touch her. He growled, grabbing her by the roots of her hair instead and pulled her to him. She yelped, grabbing his wrist the best she could, tears sprung to her eyes at the pain she was feeling.

He seemed to be drinking it in, she noticed. Her pained expression, the fact that tugging on her hair actually did something to her. She wanted to scream for Tracker, yet her voice seemed like it just wasn't there. She'd open her mouth, but all that came out as a pained gasp.

After a few moments like that, he released her.

She fell to her knees, holding her head. She looked up at him slowly, eyes wide and watery with terror.

"... Feel... pain... too..." he rumbled. That was a test, then? Too see if her hair was actually something that could harm her?

She squeaked, glad to hear Tracker's growl, gesturing her to come to him as he, probably, glared at the eldest of the three. Ellie got to her feet and ran over to him, wrapping her arms around his bulky abdomen. He began talking in that strange language, one she only knew bits and pieces of. He sounded... upset.

How could he not be, though? Berserker just endangered his pet's life. The other didn't answer, instead, he just grunted and walked away slowly, keeping his gaze fixed on her before vanishing from view.

"...Mine..." Tracker suddenly spoke, and in a very possessive tone too. Ellie blinked, looking back up at him. Suddenly, she was swept up into his strong arms, being held like an infant. She remembered him saying that word before, when he first started to talk to her in English instead of in growls and grumbles.

She was his, and his alone it seemed, and he would have it no other way. Surprisingly, so did she.

What Berserker had been planning before she flinched away made her feel a bit scared, even more than she was already. But, she had Tracker here to help her, he would defend her with his life. At least that was what she believed, he seemed to worry about her... so who's to say what he'd do?

Tracker sat down on the ground, pressing his tough back to the rock, some of his thin, greenish-black dreadlocks rested on his shoulders. She sighed, leaning against him. Suddenly, the thought of that other Yautja in the back of the camp- the one that was chained up and all- sprung to her head and she brought her head up to look at him. He tilted his own down, cocking it to the side. She knew that was a curious, or questionable, look. He always did that.

"...Tracker, who's that other alien? The one chained-up to the totem thing in the back of camp?"

He tensed up, she could feel his muscles under her and it felt oddly good, but also bad. He shook his head, placing his finger on her lips. "...Explain later..." he mumbled, resting his head back. Okay, so, he was either avoiding the conversation, or he was too tired to really get any words out of himself that were human.

Ellie huffed, resting her head back on his warm, bulky chest. She wanted answers, but that'd have to wait until he was fully awake and ready. She grabbed one of his dreadlocks and slowly started to stroke it with her thumb, hearing a soft purr from him. She liked it when he did that. The vibrations were nice, lulling her to sleep.

And sleep on him she did.