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Miluiel nodded and smiled. "Perhaps tomorrow then? Or would it be better if we planned for a couple days out?" She rubbed Shinn's head and smiled. "How is that Little Shinn?" She asked getting excited about the thought also.

Miluiel looked up, She sniffed the air also. "Yes, I think you are right Shinn. I want you to stay here and watch Shera. I'll be right back." She winked at Shinn. With that she turned and ran though the woods in the direction where the cent of blood became stronger.

"Yes mum." Shinn said as Miluiel ran off to help Ithreal. Shinn went over to Shera quietly and sat down, watching her play with the pheasant that he had caught, and laughed happily at bird who was being tormented by Shera.

Ithreal heard a voice but he heard plenty as well, he started thinking quick and decoding what was happening in his head, he heard plenty of things and a lot of bad ones at most but one he knew was not from this vision. he slowly woke up and sat up he felt his arm and noticed it was bandaged he looked around and saw Miluiel "thank you for helping me.." he said with an old and wise voice "i almost did not make it because of that bear" he stood up and bowed to her, knowing she is the alpha female wolf, he grabbed the bears carcass and threw it in the river then strung it on a stronger tree, "if you would like you can bring the young pups here i have enough meat to spare if you have not eatin any of the lion i brought your husband, as a thank you" he said.

Shinn nodded to his little sister. "Okay, I'll play." He went to the side of the bird that Shera had indicated, grabbed the leg in his jaws and began to pull when she pulled.

Azrael was surprised with these outsiders. The tall one with draconic eyes did whatever he could to end conflict, or prevent it from happening. All for the sake of others. The other one, the vampire also seemed to be in a similar breed, though a bit more blunt about it than the tall one, but Azrael respected that. A werewolf in adorned in yellow beads and white dove feathers came in, not Mazzia, as she usually wore red beads in her braided fur, but it was a healer as marked by the feather. He directed her toward Logain and she nodded, a delving would reveal what was necessary, and words were not required from either party.

After the healer had done what she could accelerate the restoration of Logain's blood. Azrael turned to the mountain lion that was on the fire, he peeled a few strips off and salted them, so that when they cooled and dried they could be stored for a stormy day, or when it was needed. He hoped that the two would recover without trouble.

Shinn himself growled a bit as he tugged at his end for his catch. Shera was surprisingly strong, in spite of her small size and young age, but he knew that she would be bitter for losing, so he decided that he would let go. But not right now. He would make her work for it first, though.

Logain awoke weakly, but determined. He still needed rest, but not necessarily sleep. Azrael handed him a large piece of meat as he awoke. "My thanks. You are too kind sir." He said to him.

Azrael, shook his head. "Nonsense. I am as kind as I must be." Azrael said. "I have to do something to repay you for what you have done." He spoke determined not to back down.

Logain sighed and gave up. He would not be able to pierce that particular stubborn wall.

Shera was moving her whole body now as she yanked time and time again to try and gain ground on the bird. She was determined not to give up. She pulled harder with each tug.

After a few more minutes of tugging, Shinn let go of the bird so his sister could have it. He looked up at Ithreal and bowed his head. "Thank you for the food, mister!" He said to him. The smell of meat made his stomach growl. He was really hungry, he had originally wanted to eat the pheasant that he had caught, after all. He dug into his meat happily, tearing big chunks and chewing with gusto.

Alunn woke but remained prone. He didn't want to move, though Logain's blood had given him his strength back. He began to draw sings with his fingers, though they were invisible and meaningless.