"Preoccupied?" Methos raised an eyebrow, a wry smile on his face. "With who?"
Ahead of them, the beast let out a high-pitched, wavering cry that was underscored by a telepathic burst of fear. Not her being afraid, but her trying to scare something into stillness. Rather like a kitten's clumsy first attempts to kill a mouse.
"And I think she's found her dinner," Methos added after a moment, shaking his head a bit to clear the ringing from his ears.