The screeches of the Gloktigi became louder with every heartbeat. Sly kept looking back to the smoldering camp whence caught by the Wolvarks and Gloktigi. Sly constantly also looked back to the factory, its stacks spewing a thick black smog. He looked back to the group of Mudokons bickering of theri situation.
"Guys! I know the factory ain't the greatest place for Mudokons like you, but we'd be much safer than aitting outside, and picking our noses, until the Gloktigi find us and gives us to the Fuzzles!" Sly said. Slogann's ears flattened against his neck, glancing quickly to Slugger and Jaws. Sly blinked at the group for moments, noticing no one would agree furthermore.
"Fine..." he mumbled. "I'll...go on by myself," he began to trot in to the forest.
"Sly!" Slogann whined, but he didn't bother to look back. Slogann stopped his racing after him, frowning sadly. He looked back to the Mudokons, then Slugger, then back to Sly.
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