When Ventus didn't reply right away, Thundercracker froze, hand kept up over the ground.  Pit, don't let the kid be offline!  He listened sharply for an sign of breathing, cooling fans held still to cut down his own internal noises.  Finally, he heard a groan.  "Ventus!"  The Seeker planted his hand and sat up, then pulled his knees under him.  He was banged up pretty badly but still operational.   Except for flight, but that would be a bad idea to try now anyway.  Staying on hands and knees, he crawled carefully, feeling around with one hand at a time before leaning on it to shift a "step" forward.  At first, he was mostly looking for sharp stones and other possible obstacles, but as he got closer to where he thought Ventus might be, he slowed even more, his movements sweeping wider and even more carefully.  "Ventus . . . are you functional?"