Blue screeched, managing an actual raptor trill this time, panic rising high in her throat as the world continued to shiver. Red burned in her blurry vision and the alarm continued to burn her ears with its incessant noise. The shriek of metal close by had her flinching away, but a damningly familiar scent floated past her nose and Blue abruptly jerked, life sparking back into her for the first time in over a week.

Then she heard Hoskins' shriek, but felt her chains being severed and darkness loomed in her eyes, a fresh wash of that scent filling her nose and nearly making her weep with relief. Safe, her shocked mind finally realized. Safe. Home. Safe. She felt herself lifted, then carried, arms pulled down by the weight of the chains still trailing behind.

Moments later she smelt earth, trees, and the last of the rain, filling her nose with all the scents of her childhood, coupled with the scents of home and mate, yes... Blue mewled softly, trying to focus her eyes on the living darkness before her, tried to reach up to run her hands over it, but lolled back against the roots and grass, exhausted. The drugs still held sway over her system; time would purge it, but she was dangerously helpless until then.