[For a moment he feels the feral instincts rise, finding a rock for one of his hands to press into until it digs deep enough that he's sufficiently distracted, ears flicking atop his head as he pulls back other and sits. It...looks like they've both seen better days, and he gives a small grimace, muzzle wrinkling and keeping his distance. At the very least, there's someone else. He sighs.]

Yeah, I was. I haven't been able to sniff anyone else out. It reeks down here.

[His nose constantly gets hit by the smell of blood and flesh, so that hasn't been a fun experience. Yuugi drew his hand away from the rock finally, keeping it in his grasp just in case he needed it again, his arms draping across his legs at the elbow. The question makes him wince, reaching to rub the back of his neck with his free hand as he inhaled sharply, closing his eyes and remembering the urge as it had been around Chiaki. Yuugi's shoulders slacken, hanging his head in shame.]

Psiioniic-san was able to get Chiaki-san away from me at least, before I did anything. [His ears fold back against his head in remorse, his stomach clenching. If he had, he'd never have forgiven himself. He didn't know if he remembered her screaming as he let himself go.] I, um, got attacked down here though, so...I'm full.