#//time to go do a 'trashin the camp' song @ thekremling camp

[simiansmoke]

@hannah-the-small

"Are... kremlings more of just a primal bunch of crocs or do they actually value anything?" James hoped they were as daft as DK claimed. He won't think of that for now, he'd take DK's word for it that she should still be okay. But why snag her in the first place? James was good enough at ducking and keeping himself from getting smacked by the undergrowth, brows furrowed in concern as his anger was fizzling out. Rage wouldn't bring his child home. "Do you think they saw her with you?" The prince knew people like that, who would target people associated with the object of their vengeance to get even in a way that would hurt them most. His father did that. And it was making him visibly anxious to remember that.

"They value - making my life a living hell. So I guess as long as your kid doesn't mention she stays with Kongs, she'll slip under the radar, I guess...but it's just a guess." Truthfully, even for as long as he'd fought with them, DK still wasn't entirely sure what the Kremlings' end goal was. But that's mainly because their self-proclaimed king had a new personality about every few weeks-

Hearing the creep of the other's concern behind the row of elephant ears he'd just bulldozed through, knocking a recent layer of rain free of the wide-set leaves, he can't help but send a glower back at him, fangless though it was. "What, are you blaming me now? Keep it to yourself. You can do that later if for some reason I don't manage to set things right. But that's got pretty much zero chance of happening, soo..."

A loud puff exists his nostrils as he swings his head forward, expression set into a displeasure so deep, one might think it was practiced...or at least had sat there at one point for a very long time. (Well, technically he HADN'T let it budge for a good year or so that one time-...but now was neither the time nor place to ponder how long it had been since carved displeasure didn't waver.

The roar of a waterfall grows closer, and he's so set on the horizon he doesn't notice how his stride forward had begun to drift until he bumps the other prince lightly. It doesn't seem to disrupt him from his mission, albeit - he was still so focused occasionally sniffing the air to make sure they were on the right track that he doesn't seem to mind the collision.

"Ehh...she'll be all right til we get there. Those losers would get eaten by a big snake in half the second it jumped me." Reassuring? Perhaps.