Takeout sat quietly in the cargo box.
He kept his eyes closed and rested, like a statue, but his back was straight.
If you observed closely, you'd notice his pair of pointed ears shifting slightly with the noise outside.
*This was his instinctive vigilance in an unfamiliar environment.*
As time passed, the shaking of the cargo box became more intense.
Even with his eyes closed and his strength bound by strange ropes, Takeout could still imagine the situation outside from the vehicle's jolts...
*It had become much quieter, yet much rougher.*
*They must have hit a mountain road...*
*The sky had grown darker, almost nightfall, but instead of slowing down, the vehicle was speeding up.*
*This indicated that the surroundings weren't safe, especially at night.*
*Of course, there was another possibility—they were nearing their destination, so they accelerated.*
Furthermore, the humans outside hadn't been talking much from the beginning.
