Step One: Get Out Alive
10-29-2015, 12:49 AM
Xephyris nodded in acknowledgement to Tornach as the boy offered to help him with the deep lacerations on his muzzle. "That'd be great, thanks," he said politely. He remained stoic, slowly edging closer to Enigma, as a harsh woman stepped out from behind the fallen tree that the two brutes were backed up against. Her attitude was powerful as she demanded they leave, but the young man wouldn't back down; instead, he offered a stony glare and lifted his tail over his back. His pack mate urged him to ignore the older woman, but he couldn't say nothing. "We don't take orders from... strangers," he responded in an even tone - he wanted to call them rogues, but didn't want to insult the healer that offered them help, "But we had no intention of staying here anyways. We only need time to recuperate." At least if they recovered from their wounds they would have another chance to rebuild their strength together and win back their pride against wolves who sought to squash them. Another wolf appeared then, a female who seemed to disapprove of what was going on here. She wasn't necessarily siding with them, but she was certainly trying to smooth out the tension and get them some much-needed help.
Sin's mate, and Enigma's mother, would arrive on the scene, clearly still whirling with adrenaline from the siege and furious to see that her son was being threatened. He wasn't sure there was anything he could do to calm her, but he had to say something. Anything. "Let's not waste our blood here," he insisted, stepping toward Arietta, "You still have young whelps to return alive to, and we need to find out what has happened to the rest of us." Though mischievous at times and defiant by nature, he tried to keep level-headed and maintain some formality. He intended to get out of here alive, and there were wolves here offering their assistance. Yet another wolf arrived, this one seeming to know Surreal, and tried to reason with her. He would turn away from the opposing wolves, allowing them to talk amongst themselves; his interest was on Tornach, and what he could do for them.
The young male would request space so that he could get to work, advising that it would be a death sentence to Enigma to move him from this territory. He needed to be treated now. Though Tornach was young, Xephyris could tell he was serious, that the situation was severe. Xeph looked to Enigma. "Let's just do what he says and stay here," he said, his voice rumbling as pain continued to stab through his gashed up muzzle, "I'll make sure there's no interference." He turned and faced Surreal and Creed, moving to place his body between the two conflicting parties. Even if they still had something to say, he wasn't going to let them stall the treatment for Enigma any further.
Sin's mate, and Enigma's mother, would arrive on the scene, clearly still whirling with adrenaline from the siege and furious to see that her son was being threatened. He wasn't sure there was anything he could do to calm her, but he had to say something. Anything. "Let's not waste our blood here," he insisted, stepping toward Arietta, "You still have young whelps to return alive to, and we need to find out what has happened to the rest of us." Though mischievous at times and defiant by nature, he tried to keep level-headed and maintain some formality. He intended to get out of here alive, and there were wolves here offering their assistance. Yet another wolf arrived, this one seeming to know Surreal, and tried to reason with her. He would turn away from the opposing wolves, allowing them to talk amongst themselves; his interest was on Tornach, and what he could do for them.
The young male would request space so that he could get to work, advising that it would be a death sentence to Enigma to move him from this territory. He needed to be treated now. Though Tornach was young, Xephyris could tell he was serious, that the situation was severe. Xeph looked to Enigma. "Let's just do what he says and stay here," he said, his voice rumbling as pain continued to stab through his gashed up muzzle, "I'll make sure there's no interference." He turned and faced Surreal and Creed, moving to place his body between the two conflicting parties. Even if they still had something to say, he wasn't going to let them stall the treatment for Enigma any further.