Feel my wrath!

Citadel practically danced on the spot, waiting for her to join him. She seemed nervous coming out of the den, and walked with a hobbled slowness. "Hurry up” He complained/ordered in the put out voice only an adolescent can truly achieve.

He danced on the spot a little more until she was finally out of the den, and into the Col. Then he dashed down the incline into the pack land proper. He stopped again there, looking up at her as he waited for the damaged slave to catch up to him. Maybe he needed a new plan, this game was already getting boring.