Terrence noticed two of the 'sheep' heading off in another direction. While he would like to follow them and see what would happen, since he knew there were a number of traps in the direction they were headed at, he had to keep an eye on Roxie. No telling what the woman would do to spoil his little contraptions.

Then he heard screaming.

Damn, if only I could check up on what they ran into and get a good laugh. I'd need it.

"Hey...where'd the other two go?" He asked innocently, as if just noticing two missing from their group.

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Ruprecht's tongue darted out, almost a blur, and slicked around the small, squirming lump of warmth. Usually he would've just stabbed a hole in his targets, but his tongue was too thick, and would probably end up flattening the creature instead, which would make his eating the thing more inconvenient. It was still pretty easy though; the small, sharp hooks of the hundreds of thousands of papillae on his tongue made securing the struggling creature almost a given.

The tongue retreated in another blur, and Ruprecht's mouth clamped down, squishing the thing. The thing stopped squirming. Mmm, delicious.

He was still hungry though, and he stopped to listen for more sounds of possible food. Then...Was that a shrill screech he heard, coming from one of the corridors...? Food senses tingling, he shuffled his way towards a door to investigate.