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It had taken him quite sometime to heal, but he did. Curtis had not felt any better than he did now. He felt like he could take on three Tanks and win without a scratch! The Hunter had gotten worried though. Where was Keith? Had he left without him? It soon became his one mission to find him, if he did leave. Hopping off of the bed, he put Zoey's jacket on the couch, not even bothering to look for another one. It didn't matter to him right now. The only thing that mattered was Keith.

Hoodie-less and half-naked again, he gingerly grabbed his signature fire axe from the wall, setting foot outside to look for him. It was still raining, and it looked to be raining for a while.

Through the smell of wet earth, water, and other things, he managed to pick up Keith's scent with his sensitive nose. It had the rancid tang of infection lacing Keith's natural odor. Putting the axe back into the wet leather harness strapped to his back, he pounced forward, temporarily enjoying the freedom of brief flight before gravity took hold. Curtis remembered what he was doing after a few jumps, and used the pouncing to get around from tree to tree. Every scent started to mingle because of the rain.

He shrieked, hoping to get a response from Keith. Any response.

There we go. The blaring alarm of the car overpowered the roar of the rain. That brought Curtis' attention in another direction. More pouncing, then he saw it. The loud car eventually had gotten barely bearable, as well as the headlights flashing. He lacked a hoodie, so everything was amplified, mostly the hearing and sight. He noticed another Hunter near the car. Wait... that one smelled like Keith. Oh no, he wasn't falling for this trick again. It was definitely Keith. The scent was unmistakable.

His frustrations grew to a new level, and he directed it at the source of the noise. That damned car! Leaping from an extended branch, he landed on top of the car, and hacked away at it using his axe, hoping to shut it up before the horde came.

He eventually shut the damn thing up, although now the car was a complete mess. The axe wasn't looking any better, having scrapes in the head and upper handle. Curtis smiled at Keith, showing a bit of fang. Yes, he followed him, and it was a good thing he did. Other Hunters might be up and about in this area. They were not keen on sharing land.

"I had to. I was worried about you, as cliche as that sounds."

The look on Curtis' face told it all. Stress and worry had taken it's long toll on him over the course that they had been travelling together.

Curtis did not react fast enough. Pinned to the top of the car, he gave Keith a rundown with his sensitive eyes. He had changed. The Hunter knew that Keith was another Hunter in the making. This was what he was concerned about. He glared fearlessly, "Actually, I had forgotten how to talk. You understand my growls and snarls as if they were English. Keith, you are becoming a Hunter like I am."

When the fingernails ran down his chest, he suppressed a shudder. That felt good... really good... but the situation was dangerous, so all pleasant thoughts aside, he had to keep his cool. His weaknesses were exposed, but his axe was ready to not chop, but bludgeon, as it was turned blade-down, back up, to Keith's direction. Even as a bloodthirsty monster, he took precautions.

Curtis was about to say something else, but Keith stopped him with that clawing again. s**t, that turned him on. If it was any other Hunter, they'd be dead. He failed to stop a growl of pleasure slipping from his mouth. Dammit Keith!

"Yes... I do... dammit Keith. You know what makes me tick!"

He heard the sobbing too. After he and Keith hugged each other, Keith started to flee. That was the best idea so far. Curtis followed him, wanting to get away from the Witch as quickly as possible, and as far from her as possible. Tanks and Witches scared him the most, even more so than other Hunters. Hopefully she would not see them run, otherwise she might give chase.