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Kaishin opened one eye. He saw a red blur standing near Larka, his scent telling him that is was the fox Asiril. "Nice... to see you... foxxy" he muttered softly. "But... the thing is... I'm kinda bleeding out here..."

Larka simply nodded at Asiril's comment, more focused on her injured leader. She led the new Wolf towards the Den where Kai could be cared for properly. She didn't know much about magick, but she knew enough about healing that Kai would not bleed as much if placed in cooler water.

She'd need someone to heal him because water and waiting would not be enough, not with the newly discovered enemies. And she wouldn't doubt that Raiden would be treated with magick and soon be ready to strike again.

Even though Larka was smaller than both Wolves, she managed to ease Kai from the new Wolf's back and pushed more than urged him into the water. She mentally designated herself to watch over him. She figured her tracking was done for now, so she could watch the Alpha and catch up with the Fox.

She bowed her head in thanks to Kirisa and positioned Kaishin with most of his body in the water, and his head on the shore. She plopped down in the dirt close to him and motioned Asiril over.

Kiba turned and walked away. "It's time for me to return to my post." He said, as he ran through the forest back to his home in the mountains.

Larka shook her head, though she figured Kai could not see it. She wasn't hungry, just more concerned with her Packmates. She looked at Asiril and ignored his question. "So, who was this friend you made back in the caves?"

(Whoops! my bad for not posting yesterday.... Lets see if I can still make this all seem plausible and not weird. Oh, and nice to see you again, Asiril.... Not too happy with you, to tell the truth.

Oh, and is everyone inside the Den? or is someone outside?)

Bakher shook his head, dizzy; the last thing he remembered was talking to Larka, about the Fury they'd tracked. She had gone on ahead, he had lagged behind, something drawing his attention away from the Erinyes, something he didn't think belong. He'd gotten out of sight of her. Then.....

A flash of light, pain... then darkness. unnatural darkness. Then I think I fell unconscious.

He rolled onto his belly, wincing at the sudden movement, then looked up and around himself, wondering what had hit him. He looked down at his forearms, and noticed that something was different; the patterns in his scales had changed, and the previously white light had shifted to a reddish tinged hue. The change extended to the rest of the 'Mage-Lines" across his body. Puzzled, he rose to his feet, and noticed that the weariness and slight pains that he had felt ever since his accident had dissappeared.

He gratefully stretched, glad to be free of the pain, then wondered were exactly in teh woods he was; He recognized the trees, the general fell of the terrain, and knew he had not left the Valley, but he was most certainly NOT were he had been before.

He glanced upwards; no joy there. If he tried to fly here, he'd end up breaking a wing against the thick forest canopy. And there were no clearing nearby either...

Well, I can't have gone all that far....moving something as large as I am with magik is incredibly taxing to start with, and sending me some massive distance is impossible...

Curiosly, he invoked Mage Sense and Sight, and he squawked as he felt the others magikal presence nearby; Lark, with her own blaze of power, Kotestu, who had changed, enough that he had difficulty recognizing the Alpha, the Dragoness, and the others. What he didn't recognize, however, was the other wolf, who blazed with a black power he instinctual loathed; demon power, or something like it.

Alarmed, he ran towards the source of the power, and came to a skidding stop as several Magik attacks were launched, some quite powerful. He was still quite a ways off, and he cursed the thickness of the forest anew, for he was slow on the ground.


By the time he'd arrived, the others had already left, but he knew that with the amount of blood on the ground, there was really only one place they could have taken Kaishin too, and that was back to the Den. He sense the presence of Draconic magiks, and knew that Kirisa had things well in hand. He knelt and touched a talon to one of the pools of Magika left from the fight, and he sneezed; the "scent" of it was similar to the "scent" he'd gotten off the Erinyes. Not the same, which would have been expected of he who had summoned the Erinyes, but similar enough to make him think the, although not the same as a Erinyes, the unknown wolf had been involved with them.... somehow.

He straightened up, and looked the site over closely before concluding that nothing new could be learned. He breathed in, deeply, and the scent of blood filled his nose. Cursing again the trees, he set off down the blood trail, knowing it would ultimately lead to the Den.

Owwww.... damn tree roots!
He snarled and savagely kicked at the protruding root that had tripped him up, leaving deep claw gouges in it. He knew he was close to the Den; the scent of wolf was stronger, as was the scent of Dragon. He shouldered his way though a thick patch of brush, yelping several times as sharp branches and thorns marked him, and broke into the Den Clearing. He flared his crest, and gratefully went over to the Den.

(hmmmnn...I'll bet. Oh well, whats done is done, and frankly, I've found better people to play with... So, can you work with what I posted, Dark, or do I need to do some heavy editing to make it acceptable?)

Kiba was standing at the edge of his perch, looking down at the forest. He sighed as he turned and climbed down a small hole that led to the den. He laid down and watched as the other talked and played with each other.