[nehan bares his fangs once, before quieting down-- a warning, rather than an attempt at intimidation or an impending attack. without his gun or his knife, nehan cant actually do much to them, but he hopes that the sight of his teeth, accompanied by all the scars on his body, the tattered fur on his ears, will deter more abuse.]

I can walk. [he already has a leash around his neck, like a dog. he doesn't need to be dragged. but, miracle of miracles, they allow him to walk by himself, even if nehan cant actually control the route he takes. this is enough-- he was already close to being a person, in stardust town, away from the magasin as he tortured six, he'll be damned if he lets them drag him around.

he's not even ashamed of being naked in the woods, looking larger than his obviously small frame, several inches shorter than his captors. though he does narrow his eyes at any other captives around him. trying to size them up.]

[nehan wanders the edge of the forest and around the ruins, having shown that even if he has teeth, he's going to be an obedient dog. for now.

but he's well aware that others did not, and he wanders back around to the captives that they have, the ones who don't have the freedom that he does. and he singles out those who are by themselves, well away from the others. curiosity makes his ear flick, makes him wander over to his fellow captive.]

Did you fight them? [he may ask that, but nehan is already under the impression that they did.] Strict, aren't they.

[not really a question.]