Elder Song guides us smoothly through the portal in the refugee camp after a few minutes, still carrying Gerald in his arms. We take the long way back towards the pack compound, since we don't want to lead anyone who might be following us directly to a group of refugees and other civilians.
Plus it's raining here, which should render most methods of conventional tracking useless after only a few hours, washing away scents and everything else.
With the amount of destruction we caused, they should be busy at least that long, and the Divine Transfer prefers to resort to oracles for everything, setting the timing to some perceived opportune moment instead of blindly charging in and blowing up random targets like a certain someone I know.
Who me? No, definitely not.
We're almost back to the compound when it finally dawns on Gerald that Elder Song is still stroking his tail, brushing it to a glossy shine and perfectly tangle free.
