Colors rubbed the back of his neck and looked down with a bit of shame and nervousness. "Uh, well, I'm not much of a fighter...really. I'm more of a 'handsome rogue' than a 'valiant warrior.' But I don't just want to leave, I have to know if my pride is alright. Maybe I can just...wait outside? Until it's safe."

Ahnasha looked over Colors curiously. "I've heard of how large and ferocious lions are, surely a werelion would have some impressive strength, even compared to a werewolf?"

Colors shook his head. "Ah, see, you would think that. I mean, look at a lion and a wolf, and a lion is obviously much bigger and more muscular and everything. But, apparently, that doesn't always matter with lycans. No, werewolves are both the bigger and stronger of the two. Werelions are fast, and real agile. Skilled and experienced werelions can be exceptionally powerful, but I, uh, possess neither of those qualities. I prefer to...resolve conflicts with my charm, and a silver tongue."

Ahnasha could not help but to give a chuckle. She had a feeling that, if that was the case, Colors probably never actually resolved any conflicts. "Very well." 

"Anyway, um, I guess we should go. Follow me." Colors said as he started to lead the rescue party away from the camp. They had moved away from the path he remembered to reach the outpost in order to set up camp, so they had to backtrack a few minutes to get back on the right track. From there, Colors knew the direction, and had some landmarks in his mind which would guide the way. Mostly, unique looking rocks, trees, or clearings. There was no path to follow through the jungle, so they did veer off course on two occasions and were forced to backtrack. Nevertheless, they made progress, and within another hour of searching, Colors suddenly stopped them. He recognized a particularly tall tree that had been split by lightning, which indicated they were close.

The rescue party continued forward slowly and carefully until the outpost was finally in view. Although, outpost was perhaps not the best term to describe the actual structure. It was more of just a wooden cabin with a single door in the front and a few windows. As an outpost, its protection lay in obscurity. It was deep into the jungle, and without a guide, it would have been near impossible to find. In front of the cabin, there was a small fire going, with two armed Khajiit sitting around it cooking their dinner. They could not see into the windows, so that was essentially all they could observe from a safe distance. 

"Okay, there it is. There are usually about six or seven of them here, I think. It's just a simple cabin with a basement, where they are keeping my pride. I don't really know more than that. They'll all be armed, but this isn't a fortress. We just can't let them hurt my pride." Colors explained. 

Lorag turned and looked to the others. "Alright. Two floors, one door, a few windows. Prisoners are downstairs, two guards out front. I've got a few ideas, anyone else got suggestions?"

Back at camp, Peiter was just as tired as Sabine, but had not laid down immediately. Instead, he was sitting on his bedroll nearby eating a cut of raw venison. Irenya advised that a hardy meal could help with his blood loss, so he wanted to get something to eat before going to sleep. However, he also found himself exchanging glances with Sabine as he ate. There had been so much that had happened during their evening, and some of it had given him questions that were still nagging at his mind. The camp was dead silent, with even the children sleeping, but he still decided to hazard a question. "Are you...hungry?"