[Vanguard may be initially alarmed at the revelation, but he'll cautiously return to cooking. It's a suitable distraction, and helpful in keeping his composure]
If it is a footprint, it's probably a hundred miles away by now. [He gives the little campfire a little encouragement, using his abilities to work up the fire. Almost finished. It'll be ready as soon as Bee and Terra are finished monkeying around. The last bit is said ridiculously loud, loud enough that Terra and Bee will hear it.] It's fine. So long as they don't break their necks and waste this food I so lovingly crafted! FROM SCRATCH.
[Bumblebee is well accustomed to getting to high ground for a good vantage point. But he's never been small enough that the good vantage point was on a tree of all things. Terra's hand is actually very helpful, and once he's up, he'll survey the sight himself.
Well that's nothing short of alarming. He'll have to fetch his D-Terminal for a more detailed answer.]
That. Is definitely a footprint.
[He squints, making out the earthen imprint of muscled feet and holes in the ground where claws have dug in. For their entire camp to be dwarfed by the footprint means that they're looking at something ridiculously large. Well... large compared to them, anyway. The track they'd found isn't nearly as defined, or freshly disturbed.]
Recent. Within past two or three days maybe? Wherever it was going, it was going in a rush.
[Bee's eyes search out their origin, and from where they stand, Bumblebee can just barely make out a patch of disturbed forest, where a violent altercation looks to have taken place. There are what appear to be blackened areas that look suspiciously like scorch marks and deep gouges in the wood.]
[He'll lightly tap Terra's arm and motion towards it.]
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If it is a footprint, it's probably a hundred miles away by now. [He gives the little campfire a little encouragement, using his abilities to work up the fire. Almost finished. It'll be ready as soon as Bee and Terra are finished monkeying around. The last bit is said ridiculously loud, loud enough that Terra and Bee will hear it.] It's fine. So long as they don't break their necks and waste this food I so lovingly crafted! FROM SCRATCH.
[Bumblebee is well accustomed to getting to high ground for a good vantage point. But he's never been small enough that the good vantage point was on a tree of all things. Terra's hand is actually very helpful, and once he's up, he'll survey the sight himself.
Well that's nothing short of alarming. He'll have to fetch his D-Terminal for a more detailed answer.]
That. Is definitely a footprint.
[He squints, making out the earthen imprint of muscled feet and holes in the ground where claws have dug in. For their entire camp to be dwarfed by the footprint means that they're looking at something ridiculously large. Well... large compared to them, anyway. The track they'd found isn't nearly as defined, or freshly disturbed.]
Recent. Within past two or three days maybe? Wherever it was going, it was going in a rush.
[Bee's eyes search out their origin, and from where they stand, Bumblebee can just barely make out a patch of disturbed forest, where a violent altercation looks to have taken place. There are what appear to be blackened areas that look suspiciously like scorch marks and deep gouges in the wood.]
[He'll lightly tap Terra's arm and motion towards it.]