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Jassia gave a soft huff at receiving a lick from her mother. She pawed at her nose and made growly whining sounds, moving about the nest as if looking for a decent place to lay down.

Valentine chuckled and nuzzled Mya in return. "Indeed she has. Little Jassia definitely has some spit and vinegar under her cuddly exterior. It's wonderful to have a youngster around again. The experience is most welcome." He picked up the distressed weeping from outside and Savion calling out too. The scarred male rose to move to stand near the entrance to see what was the matter. His feathers were slightly fluffed up and his mane was standing up a little.

All the racket from outside was enough to quiet the fussy, sleepy child who was now crouched low in the bottom of the nest, practically dead center. Her silvery eyes were wide with surprise and slight fear from the tone of the distressed noises.

Savion fluttered in the air a little ways off from the entrance, looking around debating on what to do. Master Valentine and Mistress Mya would be able to take care of her probably better than he could. He elected to perch on a higher up branch of 'the familiar tree' to watch over what was going on.

Val knit his brows together and looked to Mya. "I'll go see what the deal is. Stay here with Jassia. I'll return soon." He kissed her before moving to the edge of the landing. He looked intently at the upset mimicgryph. "Lead the way. Take me to your master." He spread his wings and took to the sky, giving a few powerful flaps to gain a little altitude.

Jassia sat up a little glancing from the entrance to her mother. She crooned to Mya uncertain of what just happened. The commotion broke her of her fit, but now she was confused and a little scared in addition to being sleepy. She curled her tail about her and gave a long chirp.

Valentine had no trouble following the fair as snow mimicgryph. The wounds to the forest told a portion of what happened. A terrible fight. Her master must've gotten caught up in whatever happened here. The scarred Painter landed a little distance away from the downed pan'lun. He raced forward to his side. "Oh, heaven's above." He looked from the pan to his two familiars. "Mya has more healing experience than I, if we get your master to her we can do more for him than just I can here. I have basic healing knowledge from my time in the military." He stretched his wings and looked to the darker mimicgryph. "Do you know if he has any broken bones? If so, I could have my familiar alert my mate for me to have her come here. If there isn't time, I can do what I can to help stabalize him enough to get him back to our den."

All the noise had awaken the sleeping Chupacabra who was nestled in the hollow at the base of the familiar tree. Rajani watched irritably as the light familiar and her master took off to lord knows where. She looked over to the snoozing Zimran who still was oblivious to the world. She slipped out and skulked over. A few yard from him she broke into a sprint and leapt on top of him, causing him to jolt awake with flailing wings and swishing tail. which caused the two mice that were nestled under one of his wings to go tumbling to the ground. She sat down on his chest and leered down at him. Sure she was generally nocturnal, but this chupacabra preferred to wake up on her own terms. "You knucklehead, you've missed an alarmed and distress strange mimicgryph and your Savion trying to wake you." She snorted and stepped down off of his chest. "I'd recommend getting into the habit of training yourself to becoming a lighter sleeper."

Zimran blinked at Rajani as she spoke to him and watched as he headed off to do something else. "Okay then..." He leapt into a sitting position. "My mice!"

Valentine listened carefully to Chaos' telling of what happened. It made his blood run cold. Those who rode upon the winds of the storm. Wyverns. A few of the by the sound of it. They were near his mate and little Jassia. Had the wounded Pan not turned and fought them off the wyverns could well have killed him and all those dear to him. The thought made his feathers ruffle. They more than likely owed their lives to the unconscious Painter.

The scarred male nodded with a thoughtful humming sound. "Then we can take him to my den. You three will be welcomed and sheltered there until everyone is fit to leave on their own terms." Valentine reached his mind out to Rajani, who paused in her irate march away from Zimran.

"Rajani, send Zimran to me. I need help taking someone back to camp. Do hurry."

The chupacabra nodded at his words with a sigh before half turning back to her Master's son, who had evidently relocated his flung mice. "Master Valentine instructs me to order you to go to him immediately. No questions, no gripes about your mice. Go now. It is urgent."

Zim looked from the chupacabra down to Duni and Heller, who were huddled together in his hands. He whistled for Savion who promptly dove down to perch on his horns. "Alright, alright! I'm going!...Savion, please carefully take Heller and Duni up to your's and Ola's nest." The large mimicgryph agreed and swooped down to gently grabbed each of the mice with his feet. Giving a screech, he flew into the nest to let the small mice go, praying that Ola would peck him for listening to his master.

The young adult dragon rose to his feet then beat his wings. "Tell dad I'm on my way." Which the chupacabra promptly did. It wasn't long before Zim arrived, coming down near his father. He looked over the wounded Pan'lun. "Gods above..."

Valentine nodded to his son. "We need to get this gentleman to camp. He needs to get looked at by your mother...And for heaven's sake, close your gaping maw!" His son's open mouth shut with a click of his teeth. Val looked to the familiars. "My plan is to carry him while my son here flies underneath him for added support. We don't live far and we are skilled in the air. You follow along side. We shall be quick. Zim, be ready." His son nodded. Valentine moved to wrap his arms around Atemu. His wings were strong and he had no major worried about having to carry the unconscious pan'lun. His position was enough to ensure that his flight would be balanced in flight and that the majority of Atemu would be supported, either by himself or Zim. With a few powerful beats of his wings, the winged male rose into the air, pausing for his son to move into position. Once he was in place, they rose into the air. "Come along, you two. We'll be at camp in no time."

They flew hard, but carefully to not jostle the wounded male that they were bringing home. "Rajani! Tell Mya to be at the ready! We have a wounded Pan that will need her attention. His 'gryphs will be with him as well."

The familiar shifted to her wisp form to rise on the air and fly into the den. "Mistressss Mya, Masster Valentine says that you need to be at the ready. They will be arriving very shortly with a wounded Pan'lun and his two mimicgryphs."

Young Jassia had finally settled down and had drifted off into sleep, nestled in the exact center of the nest, snoozing as if she was the happiest thing in the world and she had never thrown a major tantrum.