"Shut it," Russell's tone brooked no argument. He carried Noctis easily in his powerful arms, the young man pressed close to his naked muscles. Russ was raw naked wild power. He ran effortlessly through the forest. Despite it being new to him, he moved gracefully, avoiding obstacles that would have tripped up experienced woodsmen. Let alone a lost little weredragon weakened from hunger. In minutes he had them back to the cabin, setting Noctis down finally.