For a rare time Tiberius' thought was one-directional. He was going to get the hell out of there quick, that was sure, and he was fast, but not quite the way anyone might have guessed. Not bothering to look at his almost certainly injured shoulder, he shot his classic, dark twisted grin at Cellen and daring parting words, "One of these days you'll have to define manky to me."
And off he was like a shot out of a cannon, his course taking him barreling top speed straight in front of Reno. He faltered only for a moment to give the shaman a lick across the scars on his muzzle mid stride before hurtling off into the thicket. It didn't take long for him to dissapear amid the darkening wood and sky.
Yes, he was certian he would see one or both of them again.
The trick would be to have backup of his own next time, to avoid interruption and possibly ruin.
