Ellie slowly woke up to extreme warmth still surrounding her. Tracker's arms were wrapped securely around her, nearly in some sort of death grip, but it didn't hurt at all, and he was still letting out that sound she came to love- the deep rumble in his throat that was beginning to pull her eyelids shut once more.

But she couldn't sleep. It was daylight at last, and she was unsure if he was awake, waiting for her, or if he was still asleep. Hesitantly, she looked up at him. Eeyup, he was awake, staring down at her through those dark lenses of his mask, his head cocking to the side before one of his large hands brushed through her hair, talons being mindful of her flesh.

She smiled warmly at him, feeling his hand run through the entirety of the black and green strands, repeating the motion every time he reached the ends. He apparently knew just what to do to calm and soothe her. Her head still hurt from Berserker tugging it with brutal force last night, but that all washed away in a tide of gentleness and attention from the alien being.

They sat there for a few minutes, just staring at each other- Tracker giving her hair a gentle run-through, and Ellie just letting him do what he pleased as she listened to his purring, the vibrations going through his entire body, making her own tingle.

It was like they just had a night full of intimacy or something, he was being almost too gentle with her, maybe he was preparing her for what he had in-store after they..? Or was showing her what he would do at least. Hell if she knew, she just knew she wanted to be beside him.

Amazing how much she changed over the days she'd been with him. At first, he terrified her to near-death, making her want to scream every time he approached her, and now... now she loved the feeling of him around her, his massive, strong, yet caring arms holding her- they made her feel so light even if they could crush her with one blow.

Ellie placed a hand on his chest, slowly she started to run it across what she could. Smooth, absolute rock-hard muscle. She felt his chest expand, then fall back down with each breath he took, the vibrations there a bit rougher than through the rest of his body, she could, somehow, actually feel his heart beat. It was set at a pace that made it only seem to beat a second faster than her own.

One thing she also took notice of was the lack of nipples. She pressed her hands to the spots where they were suppose to be, cocking her head. She was kind of thankful about it in a way, cause just the word and the thought of those things was weird for her. Maybe only the females of his race had them, you know, for the babies to drink milk from. She was certain they didn't give their young bottled milk, that didn't seem 'healthy'.

Tracker watched her, looking down at the hands she placed on to him. Such a strange touch. Her skin was so soft, feeling rather good to him. He loved to hold her just to feel it rub against him. It was mostly her legs that he felt, seeing as her top covering had long sleeves, denying access. But, she wore a very short covering over her groin area, letting her legs be fully exposed to the elements. They were going to be fun to rip off with his teeth when the time came.

Ellie squinted, giving his pectorals a gentle squeeze. He was so much muscle that she couldn't even do that, he appeared to have only a slight bit of body fat. Holy shit. Why couldn't the men back on Earth be like this?

Earth... That seemed so far away now... How long had she been here again? She'd lost count of the days- or months- completely. Not that she cared anymore, it was clear she wasn't going back so why bother remembering...

Her attention was drawn from his chest to his face when he gave a soft grunt. She was sitting in his lap, so when he removed his hands from around her petite body, she didn't go anywhere.

"Tracker...?" her first word of the day, and of course it was his name.

He gave a rumble, apparently he was looking over her body.

A large hand suddenly grabbed her thigh, causing her to squeak at the sudden contact before it began to move down the length of her leg. He was just feeling her skin, much like she was doing with him, and since he probably didn't want to touch her chest without permission, which even she didn't know if she'd give him that option, he opted for the next best thing. Her legs.

She felt her cheeks heat up fast, whenever he brought his hand back up after he dragged it with great care and slowness down her leg, he was getting closer and closer to her backside. Ellie bit her lower lip, trying to decide if she should stop him or not.

She had to think fast, because it was obvious he was going to grab her rear the next time that massive hand slid up. The thought shot tingles throughout her entire body.

Ellie was about to place her hand onto his own, a sign she wanted him to stop, but he quickly released her, taking his hand away from her thigh. A deep growl sounded from behind her and she froze.

Well God damn it. Berserker stopped them this time. What was with Tracker's brothers and their like to stop him from doing anything with her? It wasn't fair! It was cruel, well that was how she saw it.

She shrunk in Tracker's lap, trying to get as close to him as she could, avoiding looking at Berserker the best she could. She heard them conversing in their language, often letting out just snarls and grunts. What were they going on about?

Ellie felt Tracker's large hands under her arms. He picked her up off of him and set her down, standing up. She was about to get up to follow, but he let out a growl, holding his hand out in front of her face. She knew that motion, he'd done it with the Hounds on occasion.

That was a silent command to stay put. She huffed, sitting herself back down as she watched the two take off together, Falconer and the remaining Hell Hounds not too far behind them as they ran out the entrance to the Hunting Camp.

Damn it, again with being left alone. What were they doing? Going to set traps? Or maybe they were looking for those others. She still didn't know half their names... and she didn't want them to die. They were people, people that didn't deserve getting their skulls ripped from their bodies for trophies.

Ellie liked Tracker, a lot, but she didn't know if she could handle him presenting her with more skulls, especially if they were the ones from that group. Especially if it was from Isabelle, or the Russian who she saw as a sort of big brother type despite the fact they had barely talked.

She shook her head, already feeling the bile in her stomach start to rise to her mouth. She swallowed it down, a small burning sensation lingering in the back of her throat, along with a god awful taste. It was very disgusting.

Ellie was just about to stand up and go try to have a conversation with that alien in the back, but that was when Berserker suddenly walked in through the entrance. What was he doing back here? Where were the other two? Did he tell them he 'forgot something' to come back here, or what?

She stood so still, watching him as he looked in her direction. She felt her heart stop, her lungs starting to hurt from not receiving oxygen. It was like if she made any sort of move or sound she was going to die. But, if she didn't decide to take a breath, she was most certainly going to pass out.

She waited for him to talk to her, even a grunt or growl would be good enough to end this little stare-off they appeared to be having. What was he thinking? What was he doing? He just stared and it was beginning to get to her.

Where was Smog, or Tracker, at this point in time? She hated being left alone. Especially when it came to being with Berserker.

She backed up, finally making a move. He growled and took a bold step towards her, hands flexing.

Shit, shit, shit, what's he doing? Ellie panicked in her mind, but tried to keep her exterior look calm and collected. Which was hard with the approaching doom.

She really shouldn't be that scared, yet she just couldn't make her body stop shaking.

"You... wouldn't dare hurt me... Tracker would be very upset..." she suddenly mumbled.

Bad idea.