Step One: Get Out Alive

It was the questioning eyes of the children that had brought him out here. Silva especially, was the most innocent and wide eyed of the children, her questioning gaze was the hardest to bare. The rest of them held a hint of accusation that reminded him of his total refusal to get involved in the pack and therefore offer no hope at an alternative ending. He knew beyond a doubt that hellstrom had no allies, why else send the kids to a pack unwilling to get involved? It had been a risk on sins part. Or perhaps sin had read him correctly, Glacier simply could not leave the fate of the children unanswered and undefended. He might not fight for a pack that had played all the wrong cards, but innocent children who had simply been along for the ride where a whole new story.

He was hesitant going near the lands of hellstrom. The scent of blood was metallic and warm and he was unwilling to near the battleground and see the evidence with his own eyes. As it was, the mixed scent of packs and wolves told him it had been an annihilation, the defending pack could only have been outnumbered. It was a budding new pack with only it's founding member from what glacier had gathered. The scent of wolves near by drew his attention and he made his way towards them in search of answers. It was distant from the fighting and the brute didn't feel like he was entering a war zone. There where a few scents of wolves and he was surprised to catch the scent or surreal mingled with hellstrom.

When he arrived at the gathering he didn't immediately show himself. He took a moment to get a feel of the scents, to understand the scent of blood. it was more faint here but still it existed. He took in the wolves and was surprised by how few where strangers. He had met creed in passing, surreal he counted among his friends. He was surprised and confused by her approach. Why did she taunt the man? He was injured, permanently changed against his will and had brought himself away from the fighting likely to find healing. Clearly he would find no solace here, where more wolves sought to trouble him. He was proud of Astrea's words in the man's defense, glacier was leaning that way also. She might not have been diplomatic I'm her approach, but she had heart.

It was clear he must reveal himself before the situation turned more hostile, with his sister caught in the crossfire. He didn't know what she knew or how she had found herself here but his place would be at her side. "Come away surreal. Enough blood has been spilled today." He began as he stepped into view "Your lands are stained red, both in memory and in fact" he said softly, studying his friend in search of any signs of the compassion and level headed logic he had admired in her on just their last meeting. It seemed strangely absent today and he mourned it's loss. What would bring her to act so coldly to one in need? There seemed to be a clear, if mental, line in the earth around them. There where those that sided with enigma and those that sided with surreal. Surreal team was quickly becoming out numbered and glacier worried that a fight might break out. He had stepped forward and intended to mess up that line with his titanic bulk. There was no 'team enigma' and 'team surreal' or he hoped not by the time he was done "Peace, friend, none will hurt your son. None will hurt either of their sons, I'll sit on any who tried" he challenge, including surreals son in the mix. He raised an eyebrow as he drew himself to full titanic height. There was a quirk to his lips, inviting the wolves around him to take take a breath and cool their hackles. "You want him gone from your territory and he needs another place of peace to mend his wounds. He is welcome to spend a day on my prairie, and even you surreal are welcome to come. I will hunt for any who wish to join us in a day or rest and easing hurts, both mental and physical, and kick out any who wish to cause trouble. There will be a healer, food, and friendship available to all. I would call it a party... but that might be in bad taste" his lips where curved upwards as he spoke. This must be voltages effect on the, if his diplomatic response was a party.