Caspar nodded at Fourth's words, amber orbs lowered yet again to hide the calculation and desperation in them. Getting out of Rapture would most certainly be Caspar's first priority, and then he could sort out what he wanted to do. But before he escaped, there would be a lot he'd have to get done, and one of those things was to figure out exactly how he could slip out.
So far, his best bet seemed to be to escape while Fourth was preoccupied with something bloody, gory, and involving spilled organs. A raid. And if there was a raid, Fourth would definitely be involved in it. As Fourth spoke of taking out a patrol, Caspar slowly began to calculate how much time a patrol would take, how far Fourth would go out. He wouldn't escape now, definitely not, but if Fourth decided to go out yet again, well, it's not like Caspar wouldn't take the opportunity to flee.
The slim wolf suddenly realized that he had been standing there in front of Fourth without movement for far too long to leave without suspension, and almost sank back in fear. The slight well of injured pride quickly dried up as Caspar attempted to banish all thoughts of escape form his mind, instead focusing on appearing like a normal, functioning wolf that was a prisoner with no ideas of escape in his mind. Caspar darted his eyes upward for a second, took a hasty step back, and began to talk, using the same measured tone he had employed for speaking with Fourth previously.
"Well, that's nice." he said, hoping that it didn't come out as sarcastic. The memories of how he had been caught as a Prisoner of Rapture came back to him, and Caspar dug his claws into the ground to keep himself focused, grounded, and not-distracted or out of it. He tried to ignore Fourth's jab at him, instead trying to gather up the courage to ask if they would raid anything or anyone later. It wouldn't directly concern him, but the knowledge would be helpful in determining when to escape. "Are you going to raid any Clan or group soon, because we definitely need some new faces around here."
The moment he said it, Caspar almost shrunk back, nearly knowing that it would be interpreted as either an attempt for escape or an attempt to annoy Fourth. He desperately wished he could take the words back, but oh well. He would find out the answers one way or another, and right now, it seemed like he would find them out the second way. Caspar tensed his shoulders and hoped that the blow, if any came, would be quick and Fourth would get over his anger quickly.
