Loki was well-practiced at climbing. He'd spent a lot of his childhood up trees, since it was a way to escape people he didn't want to deal with. The extra height and strength he possessed as an adult just made the process much quicker. He climbed the tree quickly and nimbly, out of sight of those on the ground quickly.
At Castiel's request, he paused. "Yes, of course. Be a darling and find me a few more good rocks," he called down. He paused, considering the available branches, which ones he might need for getting up and down the tree. He found a suitable one, prodding at it with his foot. "'ware down below!" He hammered the branch with three well-placed kicks. On the third it broke away from the tree completely and plummeted to the ground.
Hopefully they'd listened and gotten out of the way. And he'd picked a large enough branch that they'd be able to break into two or three pieces, so he'd hope Castiel knew how to share.
He went back to climbing the tree, as far up as he could, then crawled out on a swaying branch so he could look out over the area. He didn't like what he saw, particularly. The road did go back to the prison, but there was a definite gap between the trees and the doors, one that would require a very quick run and offer no guarantees of safety. Even more, he saw dark shapes circling the roof, slipping off and on it - the bird creatures that had already attacked.
Frowning to himself, he clambered quickly down the tree, dropping off of the last branch to land lightly on his feet. "We can cut through the woods a bit and save ourselves time, but there's a distinct gap between the trees and the building that's far larger than I like. And the closer we get to it, the more of those birds it seems we will encounter. They're all coming off the roof." He looked at Soma. "Is there a particular reason the prison is safer? The canopy seems to be holding off the birds for now, so it may be just as wise to go deeper into the trees and hunker down for morning."
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At Castiel's request, he paused. "Yes, of course. Be a darling and find me a few more good rocks," he called down. He paused, considering the available branches, which ones he might need for getting up and down the tree. He found a suitable one, prodding at it with his foot. "'ware down below!" He hammered the branch with three well-placed kicks. On the third it broke away from the tree completely and plummeted to the ground.
Hopefully they'd listened and gotten out of the way. And he'd picked a large enough branch that they'd be able to break into two or three pieces, so he'd hope Castiel knew how to share.
He went back to climbing the tree, as far up as he could, then crawled out on a swaying branch so he could look out over the area. He didn't like what he saw, particularly. The road did go back to the prison, but there was a definite gap between the trees and the doors, one that would require a very quick run and offer no guarantees of safety. Even more, he saw dark shapes circling the roof, slipping off and on it - the bird creatures that had already attacked.
Frowning to himself, he clambered quickly down the tree, dropping off of the last branch to land lightly on his feet. "We can cut through the woods a bit and save ourselves time, but there's a distinct gap between the trees and the building that's far larger than I like. And the closer we get to it, the more of those birds it seems we will encounter. They're all coming off the roof." He looked at Soma. "Is there a particular reason the prison is safer? The canopy seems to be holding off the birds for now, so it may be just as wise to go deeper into the trees and hunker down for morning."