The Bravos plan to sneak to Fuu's rescue

The forest was eerily quiet as the three women started to make their way back toward the Gnoll caves, especially in contrast with the rampant cacophony of barking and howling that the horde had put out as they ran through the normally rather calm backdrop. The yellowing tint of the leaves rustled softly in the wind. If they didn't know any better, the three Bravos might have never known what danger awaited in this place.

Gnoll tracks popped up between the thin layer of fallen branches and underbrush which coated the ground, marking out scouting trails as well as outlining the general path Emmaline's pursuers had followed as they hurried this way and that after their quarry. If Liv had taken the time, she likely could have deciphered these trails, but now certainly was not the time to do so. Not when Fuu was in so much danger.

Liv lead the way. Her eyes flitted around the forest for any sign of movement other than the gentle sway of branches and any sound other than the near imperceptible rustle of their own footsteps and the scurrying of wildlife. Even as they neared the entrance to the caves, though, there was nothing to catch her attention.

Becky followed closely behind, with Emmaline bringing up the rear. The smoldering ruins of the Gnoll's watch towers still lay there, just as singed and useless as Emmaline had left them. From a closer look, Liv felt confident that the remains hadn't been disturbed. So after a quick series of glances and hand signs, the trio pressd onward.

Now it was time for Becky to take the lead. The caves felt all to familiar to the alchemist by now, and she followed their twists and turns readily back through the cross roads toward the furthest depths of the cave system where she was almost certain the chieftain made his residence.

As the tunnel finally began to open up into a large chamber, the obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh quickly became undeniable. A deep, bestial panting filled the air, mixing in with a soft whimper which Becky soon came to recognize as Fuu's broken voice. Their non-verbal conversation painted a clear enough picture for the three approaching women, but it didn't stop there. No, above it all was a wet, lewd sound, like squelching liquid--the undeniable churning and slapping sounds of intense, brutal sex.