A rhinoceros and an armadillo, Caspian told himself, even as he slung Ruby over his shoulder (mentally apologising for the rough treatment, though as she was unconscious, and it wasn't like he was ogling her arse anyway). They'll be be fine.
Trusting to the other two to make a sufficient enough diversion that he wouldn't be stuck with those darts, he made his way up the tree, and laid Ruby down beside him on a particularly thick branch that was high enough that they were covered from everyone down below. His arm and leg were still bleeding sluggishly, and he took off his shirt and tore it apart, using the cleanest parts to bind up his wounds, before leaning back against the rough bark of the tree-trunk and trying to get his breathing under control.
"Wake up," he muttered under his breath, glancing over at the girl before studying his own hands. The nails had turned darker, and grown unexpectedly longer and pointed. Experimentally, he curved a hand into a vague approximation of a claw and raked it down the side of the tree, leaving respectably-sized, if not deep, gouges. Caspian smiled. Yes, this was something he could work with.
It was dark, and he was, by now, exhausted, but someone had to keep watch. After all, he wasn't sure they were out of danger, and Ruby's powers were all but useless at night. With a quiet sigh, he shifted her gently so that she wouldn't roll off, and sat straighter up, ears pricked for unfamiliar noise and eyes unceasingly searching the night.