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Elke wagged a finger at him, then remembered something as she dug into her pocket. You sly kid. Trying to change the subject. She pulled out the gun, holding it in her left and took out a clod of bills with her right. She hadn't used the money at all. "Danny boy. Want these?"

Zzeill watched Ein walk over to them, still stroking Finns head. Shaking her head in responce first she would look down at the silver fured puppy.
"No, I dont think so. It might take time for a bone head like her to come to terms."
She said in a joking manner, though her tone didnt carry that across well. Stopping her petting she leaned to the side and grabbed the jacket she had hidden under the bush a few minutes ago. Busting it off she threw it over Finn, coving her with it like a blanket for the time being. Once she had done that she went back to softly petting Finns head, but she looked up into the sky instead of at anyone nearby.
"I have to apologize again, Ein. I am sorry."
She said, still holding her gaze to the sky above them. Maybe he would be confused again at her words, maybe he would pass it off as nothing. She didnt know.

Ein barely had a split second to react to the movement before she kicked. He was three-fourths of the way to blocking before her powerful kick connected with his stomach. His feet planted to the ground, he didn't go flying as a result of the kick, so bracing himself had helped. Instead he skidded backward a good twenty feet and ran back-first into a tree. The force with which he hit the tree cracked the trunk, and the sound reverberated through the night air. A few seconds afterward, Ein coughed up some blood, but still managed a smile as he wiped a small line of blood off his chin. "Ouch..." He said wryly.

Walking back over, Ein smirked, holding his stomach with one arm. "It's fine. Nothing like getting gut-checked by a young lycan to really open your eyes." It seemed Finn had even more of a reason to hate him, yet he couldn't really figure out why, even though the answer was probably plain as day. What had sort of surprised him, though, wasn't the kick, but the look on Zzeill's face when she saw him. He couldn't quite place what the look meant, but he figured he best leave it alone. For all he knew, delving deeper into something like that would only bring down the hammer from Finn for one reason or another.

Ein nodded. "Yeah." Indeed, the genes of raccoon and tiger DNA carried with them the composition of their blood. As a result of these multiple pairs of genes, Ein's blood was a recombinant structure of human, raccoon and tiger. Kind of an odd compilation. He followed along behind Zzeill, matching her pace despite the fact that he had just gotten kicked in the stomach with all the power of a running-back. Ein stopped momentarily. "Wait a minute. 'Home'? I get the feeling I wouldn't be too welcomed around other lycans, despite the truce." The offer was both generous and dangerous. And seeing as how all the conflicting races in New York hated each other's guts for seemingly no reason, he figured he'd be throwing himself to the lions if he went along, even if the Hunter-Lycan truce was still in effect.

Ein chuckled. "Now why would I want to leave when things are just getting good?" He said with playful sarcasm. Leaving wouldn't be the smartest idea. That kick to the stomach would've made him double over if he hadn't been wearing the kevlar vest he had beneath his hunting vest. "That's fine, I'll wait. While I'm at, I'll visit an army surplus store or something and get this vest replaced, I think Finn kicked a dent in it and that's what's hurting so much." To test the theory, he felt the vest. Where Finn had kicked, there was a large indentation. Yeah, that was it for the vest. He was just lucky it hadn't broken. Or so he thought. Upon further inspection of the vest, he realized that near the end of the indentation, the metal vest had broken inward. He felt a wet spot on his shirt. He winced as he instantly knew what that meant. According to what he felt, the break wasn't very large...but it was bad enough to cut into his side. Withdrawing his hand, he noticed some of the dark red liquid his fingers. How long has that been bleeding and why haven't I felt it? Strange, he felt no pain, nor was he lightheaded or woozy. "That's odd..." Ein whispered to himself, hoping Zzeill wouldn't hear. The effort was fruitless, though. Like himself, Zzeill could probably smell the blood a mile away.

Slightly short of breath she got back to her feet, and licked some blood from the side of her mouth then wiped it off with her thumb. "I don't even know the name of my opponent." she grinned and took one of her daggers from her boots and walked toward him, the dagger hidden behind the katana. "I can tell that you know my name, Orial must have told you my name."

She smirked and came several inches before him. "I am Saylis Skye, a fireslinger, and that is all you need to know of me." She began to slowly drop the temperature."

Tokeru's mirth started to subside, untill Savage decided to stop licking Simon and go to sleep on the hunter's legs. Then it started all over again.

Hope decided to go over to the tiger, and pet the beast's massive head. The tiger started purring in contentment.