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Roran stood stock still. This was when every second counted. This was when you had to move at the right moment, or you were dead along with anyone behind you. This was the moment every hunter lived for. "Come on you overgrown shitzu!" The best that came charging at him was not his friend. Not right now anyways. An animal blinded by rage. Roran had his hands by his side. It was like old westerns. Roran had to draw before his opponent. His large, hairy, snarling opponent. His bow was away, his sword was away.

The beast was getting near by now, its arm raised to swipe down on him.Now. Roran jumped back to keep pace with the beast. He reached out towards the arm that just grabbed at thin air and gripped the black hair. Hoisting himself onto the creatures back, he whipped out an arrow and put it to h is throat. "Check mate."

Kantern watched his friend gloat. It did Roran good to win some, but then, he won all of them. Kantern could never best his hunter friend in the charge. Somehow, Roran always found a way. Grabbing a cold chunk of snow from under his coat, it got stuck there when he transformed out of his were form. "Oh shut up," he snarled. "You always win and you know it. The gloating gets old."

"Eh, I guess you're right." Roran sat in the snow with his friend, still smiling. "You're no good at the charge. You should avoid that situation at all costs."

"I know! But even in the close combat, I'm only good when outnumbered, or when facing a slow opponent. My body is fast, but it's so large that once I start moving it becomes difficult to stop. Your speed gives you the advantage over my brutality."

"Mmm, I concur." Roran was watching the snow in front of him. He loved to hunt in the snow. It not only made it easier to track, but it also helped get rid of scent. "You just need to work on following your motions through so they go together more fluidly, making your movement more swift."

"Easy for you to say, you're not the giant wolf."

After a few hours, the faerie emerged from Selena's room, sighing as they shook their heads. "We were able to finally stop the poison, however, when we tried to heal the wound, it would not close. There has been a curse carved into her back that will no longer allow any healing spell to have affect on her. So we stitched it shut. She shouldn't move for at least a week, and it will take another two weeks before she will be able to leave the forest without the worry of the wound re-opening." The main faerie told the two before being waved off by the king with a light smile.

Once the faerie were gone though, the king sighed. "I'll have to speak to their Queen and request to move the army into the safety of the forest for the next three weeks. It will be an opportune time to plan our strategy out, if anything, and if I know Selena like I think I do, she'll spend the time she isn't bed-ridden to train." He told Leena before bowing lightly and walking off with Tuin.

Cori automatically leaned lightly into him, looking up to him. "So I wouldn't know and couldn't think any less of you?" she asked softly. She didn't, hopefully he'd realize that. In her mind he'd only made a mistake doing what he thought he should. She couldn't hold that against him, especially knowing she'd done countless things similar. Nothing quite as drastic as whatever it was he had done, but the same general concept.

Aki teleported to Altarion's side, looking somewhat hesitantly to him. "All of Aduil's people are gone. None of my scouts have figured out where they went yet... Is there anything else you need of me?" she asked, hoping he wouldn't lash out at her. He didn't look very happy...

Kantern had dozed off. His ears and nose told him of Leena's arrival first, though. Opening one eye to see the wizard, he watched her. Yawning, he stretched, stood, and licked his lips to moisten them. Even though she wasn't looking to him, he answered first. "Two weeks? Baby, isn't that a little long? We need to-"

"Shut it Kantern. I don't need your pet names, nor your rushing into action attitude right now." His eyes locked with Leena. "If the fairy folk are unable to heal her, and I hate to say this, we can't wait around for her. Altarion is getting more active each day. First he attacks Talagand, then destroys Aduial, and then attacks Selena. That last one is her fault, and if I had gotten face to face with her, I might have blown a casket. I have no control over this army, but that isn't going to stop me. Two weeks is too long. We're inviting Altarion to bombard us with casualties." He looked to Kantern who was wide awake at this point. Looking back to Leena, he shook his head. "I told Eve that if given the opportunity, I'd be striking Altarion down instead of her. Him being distracted with destroying the elves is a perfect opportunity." Standing, his eyes were like fire. "She can hold her army back to pay for her stupidity. I'm going after Altarion." Turning his back on the queen, he looked down at Kantern now. "Are you coming or staying?"

Kantern listened to Roran's speech. It was impressive, and if this moment hadn't been so tense, he would have applauded. Ressisting that urge, though, he looked up at Roran's question. "I can be the one making contact. I'll be the messenger between you guys. A hawk in the sky could alert an army. A lone wolf won't." His eyes met Leena's as he said the hawk bit. "I know you won't leave now, but when you do, I'll stay. It shouldn't be hard to track the only person with Mothian and Merethian blood in him. Your scent is more unique than anyone else's." Yawning again, he layed back, his hands behind his head. "Now come on. It's a beautiful night sky and we're discussing war. Let's go to sleep."

"Your laid back personality will get you killed one day." He looked back to Leena as he sat down again. "You need to stay too. Selena's not gonna want to talk with me, and the King can't do much. Plus, I'd rather not talk with that elf Nacelyne. She looks so timid, shy, and harmless, but she's a killer." He sighed. "You make sure Eve gets better."

Leena felt her cheeks flush a little at the pet name, though she kept a calm composure, simply clearing her throat a little turning her eyes away from Kantern and back to Roran as he spoke. "It's not that they can't heal her, it's that they've done all they can." She tried to explain, but she doubted it would have really mattered what she said. And it didn't. It never mattered. "He won't be distracted long. Roran, he's probably expecting this." She spoke, somehow keeping her tone calm. Part of her wondered why she bothered, he wasn't going to listen to her one way or another. Who ever did? "

She just bowed her head, acknowledging the fact that she was powerless and wouldn't try to change his mind. She did look to Kantern when he mentioned the hawk, she wouldn't force Vadász away from his girl, not now. She was going to free him from herself if he so chose, though his immunity from her would remain, along with the offer of a home. She felt her hands tighten a little at her sides, always the go between.... She didn't know why, but her heart felt heavy, staring blankly at the snow. "Fine. I'll try to continue my apparent duties of ambassador for you two." She muttered, something other than calm in her voice, for once it wasn't there, but it wasn't clear what had replaced it. She walked past them both, her expression hard to read since the calm mask she kept was obviously crumbing a little, her feet silent as they walked on top of the snow, not sinking into it like an elf. She summoned a bat, telling it to pass onto the King what Roran was going to do, shooing it off into the night. She wouldn't end up sleeping, she never did. It had been so long since she slept that she forgot what it was like. She paused, taking out the potion that Roran had given her, glancing back over to the two of them. Oh she was so tempted to use it on him, but she wouldn't. She probably would never use that potion. Sighing heavily, she just looked to her right when she sensed the spy walk up. "What is it..." She whispered, putting away the potion before turning her eyes to her.

"A elkészítések van kiegészít , vagyunk kész mozog bármikor."

"Really? Well, just remain back in Mereth for now. I have no idea where I would send our forces at the moment." She couldn't send them to the Faeries forest, they would be turned away since she didn't have the Queen's permission yet. And she wasn't going to have them report here, she would only send them after the elven army if they had no other salvation for them. "Visszamegy haza részére most. ÉN akarat küld egy észrevesz mikor Nekem van tovább rendel érted." She said softly, watching her leave silently. The one point that she had to count on was that her advisers back home wouldn't order her army after the elven's. Her hands tightened into fists again, what kind of a leader was she if hardly anyone listened to her? The air around her grew heavy, some of the snow swirling around her body before forming into ice and shooting out into the sky, her frustration flowing with it. Then she was left empty again, what she knew what would come to pass happening. One couldn't live off of a sense of duty alone and not crack a little. She just looked up to the sky, shaking her head again as she took out the potion, glancing towards Roran again. Maybe I should just give it back...I can't use it on him, it just doesn't feel right. She sat down on her cloak, staring up at the stars. I can't blame him for what he believes is right, but why can't I shake the feeling it's a suicide trap? She shivered a little, placing the potion away again. And I can't convince Kantern otherwise, he'll follow Roran with almost anything he does. She looked up to the sky, thinking of her parents, what would they do? "What do I do now?" She whispered to the nights air, knowing she would receive no answer, only the cold wind on her skin.

((Why does Roran hate Selena so much? I'm gonna have Altarion knock him down like, seven pegs now because he annoys me so much....))

Tuin ran into camp not too much later looking for Lyn as he made his way through the soldiers, ignoring absolutely everyone at the moment as he focused on his one and only task.