They should have killed him. That's at least the thought that he had of what they were going to do with the lion. Vagabond had hardly been intimidated by the Ascendant leader, just looking out outnumbered and powerless the other actually was. the Hellhound could have crushed the other's skull if he wanted to. There didn't seem to be all that much of a gain from all that had actually happened other than a little bit of information here. They had gotten rid of a leader for whatever they were called here, and he wasn't quite sure what that meant in the world like this. If anything, Goldenboy knew more about this world than he did and how it worked. He was just trying to continue to get business, and it almost seemed like he was going back to the same places over and over again to see if there was anything new. He could at least say that this world seemed to be small when it came to dealing with animals that were capable of speech in the first place. The Hellhound wasn't the one to really have riveting conversations, but he still liked to talk to others around him or appreciated the company without saying anything. When he had arrived in the world before finding the Rosebloods, the Hellhound had been completely alone and just had his own thoughts and memories from the heist that was basically his fault. If the rest of the crew was alive, would they blame him for his actions?

Vagabond wasn't sure, and he was afraid to ask. Turning into the animal wasn't the best thing to happen to them, and he wasn't even sure if they would be able to make a living here. They could probably still find valuable stuff as there were obviously humans that were still here. Maybe at some point, they would make it back to their own city if it existed here as there were bound to be cities around. Trying to rob someone as an animal though probably wasn't going to work all that well since they wouldn't be able to understand what he was saying. Vagabond could almost be considered to going through an identity crisis. Going back to old habits, but not knowing where their life would take them in the future in a world like this. Power over some groups would be nice if he even knew what those groups were because it would mean that they could get whatever they wanted. Some made sense while other thoughts didn't. One thought that did make sense was that they should have killed the guy. Titan, or whatever his name was he had forgotten the lion by now.

The Hellhound had been the one to carry the guy and was surprised about how easy it was for him to take out the lion. He had to give props to Goldenboy as this had been the other's job to take on with the intel he had managed to find. The large hellbeast had made his way back toward the Rosebloods, cleaned himself up a little bit. However, he still needed to clean the rest of his gear on top of everything else. The Hellhound didn't know when he would be able to grab more knives, as he was going to need some new ones eventually. He was also really fucking starving and could use something to eat. As usual, the older male seemed to be near one of the many waterfalls that were scattered around the canyon. He was more focused on the water that was pooling at the bottom of the waterfall, having placed his throwing knives in the water and began to clean them off with his paws. Once the knives were clean, they would float out of his hands and sheathe themselves back on the sash that he had across his chest. God, he was fucking tired. He hadn't had any sleep since he had really arrived in a place like this and had been doing nothing but work constantly. They were making progress though, and that's what mattered to Vagabond at the end.

Vagabond did have to admit that he had fun and everything, but he would much rather have a more rewarding outcome. It felt like despite being organized and everything, that they should have had at least a reward for what they did, but no one seemed to be hiring. Well, they were animals so was it really something that they thought about in a world like this when it wasn't eaten or be eaten? He didn't know and hardly cared about the life of the animals that were around them at least. The Hellhound was just falling back into his old habits so that he wouldn't be completely insane by the end of the day either. Was this world real? What if it was only his imagination? Could his fucked up mind think up of something like this in the first place? He wasn't quite sure he wanted to know the answers to those questions. He didn't enjoy being an animal, and he was fairly certain that the rest of the crew didn't enjoy it either. Which made the guilt that he felt all the too real in his mind. He was to blame for this, and it wasn't a surprise that someone of the crew hadn't tried to slit his throat yet because they could have guessed why they were killed. A setup. Maybe they thought it would be another death sentence to try and attack the likes of him. Probably, as literally the entire crew was smaller than he was in general. Vagabond was used to getting stares when it came to his looks, he chose to ignore them as he used to get them when he was walking the streets when he was a human. Most humans knew that as soon as he put a mask on his face that they got the hell out of there because nothing good was going to happen for them at that moment. The Hellhound's ears were constantly swiveling back and forth as they usually did when he was on alert. Considering how many animals that he had killed so far would mean that it would be bad to let his guard down at any moment.

Getting sleep wasn't something that he did all that often, and occasionally he would look over toward Rimmy as the other was cleaning himself. They didn't seem to be exchanging really any words. His head did turn a little bit in a direction where he heard noise coming, and looked at an animal that he didn't recognize. Not surprising, as he didn't exactly try to memorize anything that happened in a group like this, there were too many creatures going in and out. Vagabond had sheathed one knife away as soon as the creature began to speak. He recognized the language that the other was speaking, only being able to identify the language and not understand it. Spanish. A low chuckle escaped his jaws as the mutated beast seemed to shrug his shoulders a little bit. He considered it a compliment. His head wasn't directly turned toward Vincent, and instead was looking at the bloodied pool of water in front of him. "A place that you'd never be able to imagine." Vagabond commented back toward Vincent, of course just fucking with the guy. He didn't even know what he was, and the mutated animal was just glad that he was larger than anyone else. The jokes seemed to dissipate though as he turned his head to look at Vincent this time, his vivid blue eyes looking at the animal before he continued talking. "What do you want?" Vagabond questioned the other as to why he had approached them. Simple conversation? Business? It could literally be anything. No one that was usually sane would approach animals that were covered in blood and cleaning off their gear. He looked over his shoulders hearing Rimmy talk when the stranger approached, a smirk spreading across his facial features. It was common in the crew that he could be considered one of the more creepier of the group. "I'd heed his advice." Vagabond agreed, looking back over toward Vincent.