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Vyra bristles visibly at the laugh. If he had a little more energy, and maybe didn’t have the bit still shoved awkwardly inside his mouth, he likely would have snapped back. As it stood, though, he simply simmered quietly, that cat-like gaze never straying from the man even after he spoke. Before he’s able to do anything, hands are on him and he’s being picked up; there are voices of the guards in his ears as they oblige to the commands given. Vyra is still wriggling in their hold after they drag him off. He spits curses and harsh words their way but they don’t seem phased by it — that, or they weren’t allowed to act on their own emotions.

The trek to the cabin isn’t long whatsoever. The guards drop Vyra off inside, close the door, and idly stand outside in wait. Vyra takes the time while seemingly alone to scour the house for any easy escapes. Surely he wouldn’t be bound forever, and that’s when he could make a run for it. Vyra purses his lips, stilling any movement so the bit didn’t tear anymore than it had to. He may have stopped thrashing for the time being, but he’s still plotting and scheming for a way out, eyes darting this way and that before he was interrupted again.