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Jack had been rather pouty about Reynold revoking his speech rights, but decided to do as told--for once--and quietly follow the mercenary. Most people witnessing this scene would be surprised Jack hadn't exploded or something from the built up pressure, but the doctor seemed fine with these conditions. The red head kept his eyes on the forest around them, observing as he loved to do sometimes. He stopped a few times, examining odd scrap markings on trees--possibly made from climbing claws of some kind--and later clear tell-tale signs of a creature sharpening it's horns on an old fruit tree.

The bird-ish lizards and sometimes a monkey-squirrel-ish thing would appear in the tree branches, but Jack wasn't interested in those. He'd already dissected many. No ... he wanted something more unique than those. The doctor would sometimes motion Rey to stop, so he could look inside little hollows or possible dens. But so far all he'd found was ... zip. Zero. Nothing.

How boring. Jack sighed to himself, checking another hollow in a fallen tree ... when he hear and almighty hiss from inside. The doctor jumped back, surprised, then grinned merrily at Reynold. "Here that? I've never heard that kind of noise before. At least, not from anything brought in. Sounds kind-of like a cat though." Okay, he broke the no-talking rule. And he was about to break another dozen by sticking his hand into the hollow a second time, even though whatever was inside could be poisonous or worse. "Oh ... feisty one," Jack said, bringing his pack around and opening it one-handed, to pull out a small cage. He'd been prepared for little game--because he only wanted something small. Nothing big or fancy ...--and quickly yanked the creature out of it's den and into the cage, shutting the box door quickly.

"Hm." Jack examined his bloodied hand, bite and scratch marks prevailing. "Well, if I keel over and start frothing at the mouth, we'll know if it's venomous or not!" the doctor said cheerfully, standing up. Bag on his pack and box in hand with the raging fury inside, Jack motioned for Reynold to escort him back ... which would probably take a while. And the Jackal didn't seem in the mood to stop now that he'd started. "Oh ... what a pretty thing. It has bat-wings, Rey. Oh, and look at that! It's snarling at me! How cute. Odd body make up ... It's head and tail kind of look cat-ish. But it's definitely got the body of a flyier. This is a flying mammal ... though, so far all I've seen are those tiny lizard things. Fascinating, having two radially different species both have flight ... This little batty is a fatty though!" Jack laughed, grinning at the raging, furry fury he'd caught, hand still bleeding.

Jack pouted at Rey again. Pah, he's so grumpy today .. oh, wait. He's always like that. The scientist rolled his eyes, shutting his mouth ... but starting to hum instead, still examining the creature he'd caught bloody-handed. It was ... female? Yes, definitely female. At least to his eyes. And she was still quietly hissing, pressed up close agaisnt the back of the cage like a feral feline, slitted eyes glowering in animalistic rage while her long--wing tipped?--tail lashed around. Fascinating. Jack couldn't wait to observe what the winged-bat-cat did in a larger cage, and possibly getting to so those wings in action. He wanted to observe her as much as possible before cutting her open.

The scientist would've continued speaking to Reynold about this but knew not to push his luck. Not with this killer. Besides, it wasn't worth risking his limbs just for the sake of conversation. Even Jack's humming stopped as he held the cage and looked around as they walked, wondering what larger predators might be lurking about, just out of sight. Sometimes, at night, he'd heard howling, so there were larger animals out here besides those pigs and deer-things--hellish beasts, those--they'd found so far.

Jack paused a moment, looking to the side. Had he seen some movement ...? No ... it must've just been the wind. The doctor laughed at himself, and kept on after Rey. It would take them a while to walk back, but at least he'd still found something interesting.

Jack blinked, watching Reynold inspect a recent wound. It wasn't a surprising sight. The reptilian may be an expert fighter, but he was also one without anything to hold dear; that made him just a tad bit more reckless with his body than most; where others would hesitate in fear for their own skin, Rey had no hesitation. One of the few qualities in the man that had caught Jack's interest int the first place.

The doctor sighed, putting his prize down and motioning Reynold to sit. "Come now, let me see if I can get that straight for you. No arguing. You know you've been pushing yourself too much again. You're no good to me if you get us both killed by being a second too slow because of your leg. I can stitch you up tight in a jiff. Not that you're not uptight enough already," he laughed merrily, pulling a med kit out of his handy dandy bag, and some threaded needle as well. "Now, this will only hurt a lot ..."

((Gives us more time to see natives >w<))

Jack only laughed at Reynold's scowling, kneeling and turning to get a good look at the wound. "Do hold your pant-leg out of the way, will you?" the doctor huffed, as if affronted Rey hadn't thought to comply sooner, and got to work. With little snips from a small pair of scissors, he cut away the current stitches, then got to work sewing Reynold back up again. "You know, your blood is red. Fascinating. I would've thought it was blue ... or green ... How about rainbow! That would've been so much fun, Reynold! Why can't you be more spectacular and bleed black or something, then I could hypothesis that your heart was literally foul enough to produce black muck instead of real red blood cells and that you're really related to Satan instead of a lizard."

{Thought it might be interesting if the Prince got in a bit of trouble. AS long as Jack doesn't cut him open first...}

Nikaria was about to have a heart attack. Her son had fallen right into the clearing with the beings. And they were moving in on him. The reptilian one held up one of their strange weapons at her prince while the other one, the.... creepy one, tried to talk to Droka. She wasn't having any of this.

She jumped from her tree above them and landed between Rey's gun and her son. She held her spear quite defensively, tapping it lightly against Droka's bow, meaning to put it away and get out. She kept her glaring amber eyes on the two visitors as she turned to her son. "Droka. Get back to the village. Warn the patrols. I won't let you argue on this. I am ordering you as chief. Get out of here." she muttered to him sternly in their native tongue, still watching the odd-legged ones.

The chief's grip on her primitive spear stayed strong, waiting for her son to move. She wasn't about to let this odd weapon have a chance to hurt her heir. She was Droka's mother. She had to protect him, even if it meant her life. But she didn't want to strike them, cause conflict. That's the last thing she wanted. Nikaria tried to stay defensive and not move from the gun's path. She glanced over her shoulder for only a moment to see if Droka was leaving as ordered.

"Ouch!" Jack frowned, giving the back of his head a ginger rub. "Rey, you're always so rough with me," he complained sourly, at first not answering the question. Dead or alive, these creatures would be fascinating to cut open ...

The scientist jumped at the gun shot, chiras within a mile radius all taking flight at once because of the unnatural bang. "Rey! Now look what you did ... you're horrible at making friends, you know that?" The red head scolded the mercenary, but his eyes were on the two creatures. Clearly, the wounded one was yelling a type of order at the female, though the female looked to be older and possibly of higher rank. Now, the question was, would the female flee, or fight?

That question was gone from Jack's mind when he saw a blur of black fly across the ground in a leaping run, tackling Rey from the side. The scientist blinked, raising an eyebrow and watching as if this were a very interesting television show, while Carrel--who had been attracted by the commotion--defended his tribe leaders. Or, tried to. He'd seen the metal item pointed in a threatening way, and understood it was a sort of weapon. So, he'd made sure to get one hand gripping the outsider's hand that gripped the weapon, pushing it up and aiming at nothing, while trying to distract/hold down this reptilian-smelling intruder.

The panther had clearly understood what the prince was trying to do, but felt this time obeying the royalty would be wrong to his own heart. Even if he wasn't a trained warrior, he was strong and fast; his claws dig a little into the outsider's skin, and his instincts as a feline helped him to know hoe to at least partially pin the odd reptile male. But ... he still wasn't a trained fighter. And the feel of the muscled limbs beneath him was a clear enough sign he wouldn't be able to hold this reptilian humanoid down for long. Surprise had probably been what had gotten him this far, with a healthy dash of luck.

Jack waited for Reynold to toss the overgrown cat off like the bother it was. He also sighed, seeing the scratches he'd have to clean up. Bother. The bat-cat was hissing and spitting like mad from all the commotion, so the red head--totally ignoring the seriousness of the situation, carefully packed the little cage away, so the female beast could have some dark quiet-time inside. "Remember Rey, I want at least one alive and relatively uninjured, take your pick man."

((Aaaand here's Carrel C: If there are any objections to his entrance, feel free to say so, and I can rewrite. ;3))