Pit:Sneaking he wasn't so good at. Sneaking involved keeping his breath short, quiet, his voice down, and his paws slow and still. None of that was Pit. Telling Pit to hold still, move slowly, and keep silent was about as effective as telling a whirlwind to do the very same thing. But chewing- that he could do. The lion perked and shuffled his way over, glancing to the large cliffs nearby and half expecting something to slide from the shadows.
He nudged Pitoo on his way and smirked. "Just pretend it's a big, fat zebra. Or a little meerkat! You can do that, right? A big, plump, fatty meerkat."
The young lion huddled close to Ehn and began chewing rapidly at the rope.
Reshiram:The alabaster lion leaned into the rope, adding some strain to it to both make the chewing a little easier and pulling on the little cords as they began to fray and snap. It was one thing he was unable to do while chewing on his cord- pulling it tight. A loose rope was much harder to gnaw at.
Frowning, he shot a look up to the cliffs. They were due any time.
