Well, this guy had certainly been quite the pain in the ass to drag home. Arvid's poison had managed to work very effectively – at least in his opinion – but that did come with the added negative of having to bring a weak and passed out Kainan all the way back to the Coalition. Still, the capture was worth it, at least in Arvid's opinion. The more test subjects he had, the better, and he wasn't too worried about the tribe in terms of them coming to get their leader back. They seemed pretty reclusive – perhaps it would be a while before they even noticed the other's absence? The thought was enough to make Arvid snort, the dire wolf grunting slightly as he pulled Kainan's prone form into the Coalition's camp. As he walked in, teeth latched on to the hybrid's leg, he noticed several stares leveled in his direction. Some were fearful and wary, some seemingly stunned, and others still merely curious about the strange scent on the air, and where the dire wolf and dragon hybrid had come from.

Pausing near the middle of camp, a scowl crossed Arvid's face as he realized that he didn't know where exactly they kept prisoners. He really should've figured that out beforehand, but he had been so caught up in the euphoria of finally being able to test his goods. With a weary sigh, the large pup looked around, questioning the gathering crowd, "This is, uh... Kain? Kentucky? I don't really remember his name. All I know is that he's the leader of one of those dinky little fringe groups, and I managed to capture him for testing. So... where exactly do we keep prisoners around here?" He glanced around the camp, squinting in the direction of anything that could be some sort of prison. As he did so, he made sure to keep a heavy paw on Kainan's back, just to make sure that the hybrid remained held down while his captor waited for an answer. It was more than likely that the poison would be wearing off enough by now for Kainan to be waking up, but he'd still be in a weakened state, making it difficult for him to shrug Arvid off.

"they flip the siren, hit the lights" ✭ ── Arvid worked quickly. He admired that, respected it even.

Angel would be lying through his teeth if he said he wasn't waiting around for the newest victim, he absolutely was, and with a great deal of pent up excitement and fascination that was previously unheard of from him. Perhaps the closest he would come to childhood wonder minus the interest he found in the idea of giving flower crowns as a gift thanks to Saturn. But this? This was something that stirred up something simply vile in a rather disturbing part of his brain. He had found an interest that maintained itself, and he had no intention of letting it go so quickly when everything else seemed to burn out like a candle flame.

"I can't recall any place to put them, but I wasn't here for any." Angel responded plainly, neutral look shifting into one of barely restrained fascination at the sight of the captive. A hybrid of sorts? Absolutely astronomical in size, it was a wonder how much poison Arvid used just to get the thing down. "And what is this? I can only imagine what your skeletal structure would look like." His voice came off as a gleeful chirp, tilting his head and pressing a paw to his cheek. Absolutely fascinating. While his earlier exploits were simply to investigate the result of the concoctions on the body, any pressing demand within his brain to cut the poor tribe leader clean open was solely based on the body he managed, a rather simple reasoning as far as things went but a dire wolf and dragon, combined?