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Frost was immediately aware of the Blooded One's approach, having already sifted her into her in-head category of "things to keep a close eye on". She gave her a sideways glance, calculative and full of that cold blankness. Her hind leg and jaw seemed to give a phantom throb of pain and she did not forget her attackers so easily, on top of her natural paranoia towards everyone.

Still her approach had no indication of aggressiveness; nonetheless, she shifted a step or two sideways in the pretense of allowing her access to their little circle of talk but really so Frost could keep a better view on her. She turned her conversation back to Red-Fur. "Bad-blood, make bad. Need wash-" she grumbled for a bit, trying to find the right word in wolves tongue. "-Or else, cause dee-lee-ree-um. Change. Emergency." Too bad she had run out of the little mouth wash capsule things the humans had given her...

...Red-Fur suddenly keeled over in a state of giddiness, laughing hysterically. The sudden abrupt change in mood made Frost pause uncertainly before realization struck her. She had ingested some of the blood and it was beginning to take effect, the first stage of hallucinating having begun. Dryly, Frostridge wondered what strange distorted imagery was flashing before her eyes.

She drew her Chain-Fang and stalked toward Red-Fur hoping to not be noticed as she writhed on the ground, lost in her visions. A click, and the chain whizzed out, her intention to subdue and restrain her leader before the visions shifted from the amusing to the far more nightmarish, before Red-Fur could no longer recognize anyone.

Frost had her blade at the Blooded One's throat in the blink of an eye, her own blue eyes blazing with cold fury and suspicion. "No move." She growled lowly through a voice muffled with the hilt clenched firmly in her jaws. She had not full understood the Blooded One's words, only her sudden abrupt action with the blood slowly pulling from her back and starting to curl down to the slightly agape jaws of her incapacitated leader.

Still, Frost's own thoughts were racing with logic over the situation as she had always done. If the Blooded One's actions were an attack, it was far too obvious and slow if Frost's own response time was anything to go by. It was possible that the strange she-wolf was merely trying to help the delirious Red-Fur in her own strange way, but Frost simply couldn't just take the chance. She had to go by what she knew; and the already shaky alliance and Blooded One's previous attack abilities had still not been forgotten.

If Blooded One so much as moved a hair, if Frost felt even the beginnings of a faint twinge of pain begin in her mind, she would bury the Chain-Fang deep into this threat without hesitation. Her body and mind were of one focus, a weapon cocked and ready, a hair trigger set to go off in a fraction of a moment. For now, Frost waited and held herself against further, unnecessary slaughter of her own kind, her voice slow with explanation.

Jane had always said that so much violence was brought about unnecessarily because no one bothered to talk first...then again, a lot had been done for the better when the chitchat was skipped and the deed done as well...

"Red-Fur need water, need..." she thought hard for a moment, struggling to think of the word, "...re...restuh...restuh-rain-ment. Bad movement, bad view, no see us, soon." she explained as deceptively calm as she could though the blade did not move back an inch. "Now. You talk. Slowly." Still calm, but a hint of warning.

Ember paused and retracted her blood as soon as Frost got in the way, she would understand that Frost didn't know what she was doing. Ember glared at Frost, "Help. I want to help." Ember said slowly. When Frost told Ember what she wanted to do Ember nodded, probably be safer, but the blood had already made its way into her stomach, it would be safe to try and get it out. "I want to get the bad blood out." Ember spoke to Frost slowly as the blood again covered her fur. "I wanted to use my blood fur, get bad blood out." The blood on her fur rippled to indicate what she was talking about, then Ember shook her head. "Hurry to the water." She walked a little ways ahead to where the water would be.

Kuro noticed a the two, Frost and Ember going at it again. He had used quite a bit of energy on that beast. He overheard the females talk of water and witness at his mates condition grew increasingly worse. He walked over the them and spoke with a low calm voice standing above all of them. "Enough! There's no time for fighting and no time to go back to the lake." He sighed walked over in front of bullet. He sat down and closed his eyes. The moisture from the air began to take form in little droplets then gradually increased in size. Forming a growing sphere of water there was enough now to preform what needed to be done. He shot a swift glance over to Frost who was rather defensive. "Bad blood out, right?" He asked to confirm that what he planed to do and that he was they were both cleared on what had to be done.

Kuro nodded confirming Frost's question and opened his eyes glowing a pale white. The water took a skinnier form like a tentacle as it slithered into her clamped jaws seeping down into her system. He worked it around inside of her to speed up the process. It traveled through her and slowly collecting toxins withing her. After this he would require some assistance from Bullet herself to expel the remaining blood. It coursed back up the way it came and gathered the water near the back her throat to trigger a gag reflex that would further purifier her.

He was taken by surprise before he could even realize she'd broken loose. She attacked fiercely and yet seemed afraid. This was his mate he couldn't fight her and risk hurting her. about half the water remained and he'd try to restrain her with that. Of course he could you internal liquids as a supplement but that could end up hurting her. He rolled her over and forced her onto her side keeping her held down with his massive paws. He focused on binding her fore paws tightly with water then attempting to do the same with the back. "Bullet! Listed to me!" He leaned close to her ear whispering trying to reach her and snap her out of this. "You must fight it!"

Delicately she had watched the water flow much as the blood from the pelt of the Blooded One had and she felt a wave of apprehension but this time held herself back. The faint shadows from the scarce patches of grass and rock pulled away without warning and seemed to gather and stain Red-Fur's own fur black; her eyes unseeing she snarled and lunged about.

Frost fought to hold the chain in place desperately, surprised by the strength of the Red-Fur's flailing. Her paws dug into the earth to brace herself. Suddenly the roving insanity-stricken looking eyes of Red-Fur suddenly fell on Kuro and where the water still hovered lightly through the air and she watched as he pinned her till she suddenly broke free once more, a demon of blackness with jaws and claws at the ready as she leapt towards him snarling once more.

This had gone on long enough. Like a mirage, Frost seemed to weave through the air like a ghost, she leapt gracefully between the two, casting a loop of chain over the snarling maw before sliding beneath Red-Fur's murderous leap entangling her legs more securely as she went. Like a dancer she flipped away, the chain still trailing elegantly with her oddly practiced motions before a flare of energy seemed to pulse through her setting her eyes to flash a brilliant teal-blue-white for a second. Then like a train being dropped from the sky, she stomped her forelegs down onto the chain like an anchor, the ground cratering slightly from the force. Bullet was yanked back by the sudden restrictions and fell down against the opposing force. She struggled to stand and fight against her bindings. However, Frost was already atop her holding her in place with some difficulty despite her being trussed up much more securely. "Help! Hold down. Just hold." Frost called out in a cool voice with just a twinge of desperation as she was nearly bucked off once again, the chains rattling.

They had to at least let her tire herself out before anymore attempts to help were made. She was tempted to use her biotics but felt uncomfortable in view of the others and felt she would only use it as a necessary trump card at the moment. For the mean time she kept her jaws locked like iron on her dagger, keeping the bindings tight. She could feel the strain of muscle and metal beneath her body and paws.