Blot did not understand why the small orange bot was mad at him. He had behaved well for a Terrorcon so far. He had even saved one of the bots Hun-Grrr had told him to protect from a strange and clearly hostile creature. And he had even shown a great deal of initiative doing so to the best of his abilities. Being mentally plodding, Blot's solutions to various problems tended to be simple and brutal but it did not change the fact that he tried his best. Thus, Wheelie's reaction towards him brought up mostly negative thoughts in Blot's cerebral core. Yet, he did understand enough of their current situation to not just attack the small bot - Hun-Grrr would not appreciate it.
At least Cipher seemed to be grateful enough which lifted Blot's spirits somewhat. Any kind of praise did marvels for any being with as low self-esteem as Blot had. Cipher's appreciation of Blot's earlier deed also made the brutish Terrorcon ask the scientist a question after he had jumped over the ravine with the help of the anti-gravity boosters in his feet.
"Why *snort* small orange bot mean *snort* to Blot? Blot did good.*snort*"
Hun-Grrr had stopped to watch why Cipher had began to scream like a terrified protoform. Fortunately for the scribe, Blot had acted quickly and decisively - once again proving his loyalty to the Terrorcon leader. As it became clear that Blot was in need of assistance, Hun-Grrr began lumbering forwards again while keeping his sensors at higher state of alert in case Cipher's screams had caught attention of native predators.
Any hope Hun-Grrr had had towards getting a chance to slaughter a local lifeform died out pretty soon though. It wasn't like they were alone in the jungle. On the contrary - the jungle was full of life. Nothing so far had been bold enough to give even consider attacking any of the Terrorcons after confirming what kind of creatures had caused the noise somewhat earlier. To be fair, Hun-Grrr was not surprised. He was a huge creature even in the terms of this planet. Any kind of challenge required a meeting with an apex predator. Anything less were not worthy of his attention.
As Hun-Grrr reached the ravine and the shoddy looking bridge Wheelie had built, he couldn't avoid rolling his optics before the sight. The fact that the protoform thought his bridge could survive Hun-Grrr's bulk was ridiculous. To prove his point, the large Terrorcon placed his front left foot on the bridge and laid some of his weight on it. The bridge creaked and bent under the strain before snapping in two and falling down into the ravine.
Flashing an amused grin at Wheelie, Hun-Grrr's right head suddenly lashed at the small Cybertronian and closed its jaws around the small bot. Having secured their guide - whom Hun-Grrr doubted could fly - the Terrorcons leader activate his own anti-gravity repulsors and flew over the ravine, being careful not to gain too much altitude given how quickly the amount of ionization increased the higher in the air he went. Flying as low as he did was hardly a problem though and not much later, the large Terrorcon landed on the other side of the ravine and dropped Wheelie before him rather reluctantly. The urge to tear the small rhyming bot to metal shreds was a considerable one but the guide had hardly outlived its usefulness yet.
"Rrrhyming bot lead the way again." Hun-Grrr snarled, trying to turn his attention away from the thought of devouring Wheelie. "NOW."