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Ashton neared the fire the group had gathered around unsurely, slipping down into the sand beside them. He set the spear down. He felt a little guilty that he had attacked Akita, but how did he know that the boy had been injured? The boy was wearing a white shirt, for God's sake. He glanced at Akita, glowering slightly yet happy that he was healing, then glanced away. The other's cold shoulders and distrust toward him hurt a little bit, but he shrugged it off. Why should he care?

"Wasn't he supposed to find those two?!" Ashton thought he had heard Silas say this from the distance. He fidgetted nervously. "I thought that someone else would have found them by now," he muttered. He twisted and thought of his refuge in the forest, regretting that he had left it.

"There's not just animals, but beasts on this island?" He was grateful that Reason had bothered to listen to him. Silently, he tried to recount the bristling, decacipated body and the sharp rows of teeth, the flashing amber feline eyes he had seen. But when he turned to the girl, he suddenly flushed red from embarassment, although it was hard to tell with the thick mud coating him from head to toe. He made a conscious effort to wipe his face, so it was a little cleaner. Finally, he cleared his throat, trying to deepen his voice. "Yeah...there's...a beast." He struggled to convey the image in words, not being much of a speaker. "It was really...big. And it had sharp fangs. I think it's some sort of big cat."