His idea would gain a nod from her. The sooner it was dealt with, the better. Looking at this situation positively, Ceartas had to admit that using rats as test subjects were difficult. When dissatisfied, they often took to chewing at the cage itself, requiring extra effort on her part to keep their knowing tendencies at bay. With all of Argaia's foreign fauna, perhaps she may find a more ideals species in which to use as a lab rat. If not, chinchillas would have to be her plan B, “I' know jus' how t' skin it und dry it, too,” she said, maw still clutching the cage, “I' i' a prac'ice I know vell,” so if Eon ever needed something turned into a nice pelt and didn't want to do it himself, he now knows who he can turn to.
After a few minutes, the two would arrive at the origin site. A somewhat secluded part of the forest, on account of it being a small opening mostly unbothered by any undergrowth, with just the trees to block out its view from both land and sky. The cage was a large, two story structure exceeding Ceartas' max height by a few inches. Though devoid of any carcasses and body parts now, it still has random blood stains splattered around its interior and immediate surroundings. The first story door to the cage was still hanging open.
She'd place the smaller cage down and, just before opening it and getting the rat out, would say, “These rats were not my pets,” its lifeless body would be placed a foot or so inside the first story, “I use them to experiment on new plants I discover, to see vhat they do and vhat the side effects are. There are many useful plants that can revolutionize the medical field, just sitting out there undiscovered. I aim to discover them.”
Then, looking around, she'd find a spot between a tighter batch of trees, and motion towards the hiding spot with her tail, before heading over there to hide.