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Boothe was shaking profusely as he slowly released his brother. Just then, Seastian dashed out of the bushes and stopped short, dropping yellowed papers to the ground. "Dear god..." he breathed out. Sebastian went to Selia's side.
Valik's eyes suddenly darted open. Boothe let out a breath. He inched closer to see his brother. Suddenly Boothe gave a pained, confused expression. "What did you do to him?" he said quietly.
They weren't his eyes, though. They were those of a full blooded neko.

Boothe's face went pale. Selia looked just like her..he shook his head, focusing back on Valik. Valik just lay there, eyes open, staring blankly up at the tree covered sky. "Valik." Boothe said. Still nothing. "Valik!" he said louder. Now, Vailk looked at his brother. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, Boothe shuttered. "Your teeth.." Boothe acknowledged. They were long and jagged. Valik closed his mouth. Black tears formed in his eyes. Boothe hugged his brother. "I still love you the same." he choked out.
Sebastian sat on the ground, speechless. After a few silent moments, he stood and picked up the old papers. With a sigh he arranged them then looked sorrowfully at the brothers.

Sebastian's jaw tightened as he turned and walked towards an opening. "We'll..uh..stay here tonight. Set up camp." he said quietly, barely to where they could hear. "There's a large patch of moss over here. Valik can rest there." he added. With his free hand, he ran his hand over his mouth, as if wiping off food that had missed his mouth. His hand dropped and he just stood there silently.
Valik's mouth was slightly opened, because he couldn't close his mouth completely due to his long teeth. He shrugged his hefty brother off gently and slowly sat up. He continued to stare out into space at nothing in particular. He was in shock. in his own world, completely oblivious of anything that was happening. In fact, he felt like he was floating in a chilled atmosphere. He felt cold, yet his body temperature was through the roof, though it was normal for a full-blooded neko, especially a neko of Valik's kind. Finally, Valik stood, but immediately put his palm against a tree for support. He felt terribly weak though it was the exact opposite. He looked at Selia with an unreadable expression. His gaze held for what seemed like forever. Valik was speechless. Unsure of what to say, think, or feel.

Sebastian nodded to Ryan as he helped Boothe stand. "Let's go by the wood, Boothe. We'll start a fire. You're freezing." he said. Boothe only slowly nodded in response. As Boothe sat next to the pile, he let his walking stick fall to the ground. Sebastian whistled sharply, and within a few moments his horse came trotting back. He pet him and looked in the saddle's pockets for materials.

Valik didn't return the embrace. He was in too much shock, and the transformation made him slightly paralyzed. His shirt was torn to bits and barely hanging on his body. When Selia released him, he tore off the remainder of his shirt and ventured to Boothe's horse to search for things as well. His legs were stiff along with his arms. After a few minutes of searching, Valik returned to the dry wood pile with an armful of findings. He dropped them next to him and sat down. Valik stared at the pile. With a quick motion of his hands, as if he was flicking water, fire burst from his hands and lit the pile to life. He did it as if it was nothing. Sebastian's jaw dropped, along with Boothe's. Valik payed no mind to them, just took one thing from the pile at a time and observing them.

After a few minutes, there were two piles by Valik. One pile of useless things, and another of needed resources or interesting objects. The useless pile consisted of a broken wine glass and a paper with a drawing on it. Though in the other pile was black cloth, a few empty flasks and bottles, a flask with a strange green liquid, and eight pieces of elven bread wrapped in a giant leaf. Valik looked at Sebastian who was now sitting by the fire, reading the papers he had brought earlier. Valik handed him the flask with the green liquid for him to later observe. Boothe sighed after poking the fire with a stick. "Why aren't you talking?" he said, almost angrily. Valik stared at him blankly for a few moments, and returned to his pile. Boothe's eyes narrowed and he threw the stick down, startling Valik.
Sebastian grabbed Boothe's wrist. "Boothe!" he warned.
Boothe growled and jerked away from him. "No! He's gone! He's gone!" he yelled as he forced himself up with a grunt. He snatched his walking stick from the ground and limped off towards the camp site. Sebastian sighed and set the papers down and got up after him.
Valik frowned. Then the yellowed papers caught his interest. He glanced at Sebastian to see if he was looking, then took up the papers and began reading them.

Boothe frowned. "Do you not see what she did to my brother.." he growled. Before Sebastian could reply, Selia came storming at Boothe. A pained expression filled Boothe's face and his heart dropped. In response he bent over at the new pain in his leg. Suddenly there was a loud growl and Valik was upon Selia in his were form. Valik's large eyes blinked hard. His expression went from rage to confusion. Boothe's jaw dropped. "He's a werewolf, too?" Boothe whispered. Valik looked at his brother, then ran off deeper into the forest. Boothe tried to run after him, but Sebastian pushed against his chest. Boothe let his mouth hang open. His leg would have stopped him from going after his brother either way. From the corner of his eyes, he glanced at Selia, suddenly feeling betrayed by the world. Sebastian patted Boothe's back, and walked slowly back to the fire.
When coming back, Sebastian saw the shuffled papers. He cursed under his breath and ran his hand through his hair. Those weren't meant to be seen by Valik. At least not yet. Sebastian kicked angrily at the dirt and snatched up the papers. He was angry at all of this. Everything that was happening. Angry at the way everything he loved was falling apart.

Both Boothe and Sebastian jumped at the crash, but also shrugged it off. Sebastian sighed. "Valik ran off. Again. And I didn't even see Selia go away." he paused to look around. Selia was covered by a wall of shrubbery. "She must have went looking for him." he suggested. Boothe grimaced, not paying attention to what was being said. He was cursing in Russian under his breath. Cursing at Selia for thinking that he had let his dear brother go, just gave up on him. How could she have brought up his love and her mother? How did she even know? Did Ryan tell her? Boothe glanced up at Ryan then looked quickly back to the ground. He felt like everyone was turning on him. He only had Sebastian left it seemed, and who knew what Sebastian would do. Or has he already done something?

All the worry and thinking had made Boothe sick to his stomach, and judging by Sebastian's concerned expression, he knew something was wrong. As Boothe began to compose himself, he let out a rough cough. "I'm going to take a leak. When I come back I'd like to rest." then he began to limp away.

Sebastian sighed and let him go. He shook his head at the ground. "Valik is so quiet," he commented quietly. "He seems so distant." Sebastian looked at the game Ryan had brought back, and took out a knife from his pocket. He walked over to the deer and began to take off the skin.

Sebastian stopped skinning the deer. He turned his head towards him, but didn't look at him, only the bloody deer. "Selia made a comment about Valik and Boothe's..." he searched for words to explain. "past lover." he replied vaguely. With a sigh, he continued to skin the deer. Sebastian shook his head. "He's hurt much more than he is angry." he added quickly, starting to feel angry at Selia himself. "I could see it in his face." Sebastian breathed deeply. Why was everything happening like this? Weren't they all supposed to be on the same side? He didn't understand.
Once finishing his side of the deer, he began gutting the deer. Though he didn't last long. Sebastian stood and cleaned off the knife with his shirt. "It's against my beliefs to do this." he left the deer to Ryan and walked to the fire, throwing a stick into the flames. He sat and looked blankly at the yellowed papers from before.