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Torvil leaned against the tree, arm around Morgana's hip as he watched the Cliffs burn in the distance. Did he regret that his plans and actions had lead to the destruction of his old home? No, because that was the way things had to be. His people had to move, grow and change if they were to exist as a species in this world. He was not one to hold onto backward notions and watch his people die out slowly. Shaking his head a little he turned his head and kissed his wife gently.

"Let's go home," He murmured, feeling a little tired on the inside. These last three months had been stressful and perilous, he had gained much insight on what it meant to be a man in this world, on what powers moved it and forged it. It gave him a healthy new respect for his new found talent. Something he didn't even know how to use yet.

The end of the Cliffs had come swiftly in the night, but Torvil had taken the time to speak with the Elders, who had been in an utter state of confusion with the absence of both the High Priestess and Shaman. Torvil had explained to them what had happened, and they had stared at him in horror when he told them, with no sympathy, that the being they had worshiped as a god was not only dead, but found wanting by those even older than it.

He had organized a quick evacuation and had spread his people to the four corners of the world, knowing it was the only way to save his race. To let them spread out, change and mingle with others. No more half-hearten attempts at letting others into the isolation. No, now was the time for his people to fly free and make their own paths.

Shaking his head, he held up his hand and slowly closed it. No. He would not use his talent now, not so close to the place he'd discovered it.

"Let's walk a bit, I don't want to try and use my magic this close to this place."

Kissing his wife's hair gently Torvil walked with her in his arms for awhile, before finally after about a mile, pulling them over into a small grove to rest. Pulling her into his lap when he sat, he held her close, resting his head in the crook of her neck, breathing in slowly. His body ached with all that had gone on and he needed to rest a minute.

His new talent wasn't all that nice to him either, but he knew that was because he didn't know what it WAS.

It seemed like normal magic to him, but it wasn't, it didn't obey any law he'd studied up to this point. It physically had hurt him when he had brought Morgana and himself to that cliff away from the cliffs, and even now he was trying to to let is show, even if he was shaking a little from the exertion of using too much too quickly.

Torvil leaned up and kissed her soundly, his arms wrapping tight around her as he rested his horned forehead lightly against hers. "I don't know baby, maybe if we're lucky she still is. She might not be, and if she's not we'll have a baby girl we'll need to take care of right out the gate, and I don't mind that, I'd like to care for something instead of hurt it right now," He murmured gently. "As far as the apartment and the group, well... I'm sure we can always get another apartment if our lease it up, I think I set it up so it would get paid while we were gone, and as for the group well... I'm sure they'll understand once we explain," He brushed her hair. "If not, I'll just get a new job..."

His own mind was a torrent of thoughts himself, but he was able to push them away and just focus on the fact that he and his wife were safe, and here, and touching.

Torvil chuckled and stood, moving to his wife he smirked and scooped her up into his arms, cradling her before he started to run. "I'll show you 'old man'," He laughed before darting between the trees. Sure he was exhausted and tired, but there was no reason why he couldn't push himself just that much harder to get out of the wilderness. He knew they'd be safe if they made it to the Inn that was nearby by nightfall, since it was the only safe area in about ten miles. So he'd have to hoof it rather hard to get there in time.

The sun was already starting to set, and he knew that once it got dark, some of the more unsavory creatures decided to join the hunt.

"AORRRRRRRO!"

Torvil's head snapped to the side whree the howl came from and he frowned. "We're being followed," He murmured gently to his wife, but not in a fearful tone. He knew what was following them, and if he moved fast enough, they wouldn't bother them and leave them be.

Wolves.

Not just any wolves, but dire wolves, large enough to take down a dragon if they wanted to. The only reason they'd yet to be eradicated by the rival tribe was the mutual respect the hunters held for each other.

He started to zig-zag and tried to throw them off, but something caught his attention out of the corner of his eyes as he pushed off a tree trying to get a bit more altitude to get away from the ground.

Claw marks.

Frowning he kicked off a few more trees and landed gently on a branch, panting a bit at the physical exertion. He'd not had to use his strength and agility in a long time and it was killing him. "We might have a problem..."

Then out of the shadows in the clearing below, a large wolf walked into the light, then reared up onto it's hind legs and began to shift. When it was all said and done, it resembled a strange bastardization of a man and a wolf.

"Dragon, why have your kind invaded our territory and taken our food, without the proper tribute... Why do the humans kill our kind and fight us, not cower in fear in their huts. Why do you bring an elf thing among us. You have violated the treaties. Speak,"

Torvil brushed her hair gently with his hand, looking down at the elder dire wolf. He did not like this not one bit but there wasn't much he could do about it at the moment as he was stuck between the elder and the rest of the pack who had more than likely formed a ring around them. Best he could do was answer.

"Elder, my people are fleeing their old home to find new ones, we have chosen to walk a new path. They will quickly leave your territories and be gone, you need not worry about them taking up your hunting. As for the Humans, all I can say is that they fight to defend their homes, as you would. I think this is only fair that as times change people change. As for my mate, yes she is of elf blood, but under my protection. I ask only for free passage through your hunting grounds and we will be on our way, never to bother you again."

The elder wolf contemplated this for a moment then looked to Morgana.

"Elf, are these words true?"

Torvil hissed slightly under his breath as her body heated up to levels that he was not used to feeling. Pulling her close to him, he turned her face to his and kissed her, pushing the wolf out of her vision and trying to get her to focus on him.

It really didn't matter if she burned him or not. He could probably draw on his powers to mitigate some of the damage, but he didn't dare risk it not knowing the extent of what he was drawing from could do.

The elder wolf backed down a bit, unsure what was going on.

"I will take your word as oath Elf, but trick us and my pack will descend upon you like a storm. We will run with you to the edge of our hunt, once you pass our border you will be free to go." The wolf elder changed shape again and dove back into the brush.

Torvil chuckled and brushed his wife's hair a bit, before kissing her once more. "Well at least we were able to get safe passage. Hopefully they won't change their minds or get bored."

Torvil knew they could be trusted a little, especially on a full moon like tonight, but he didn't want to push his luck to far. Scooping his wife up again he started to run from branch to branch, pushing himself to the limit. He needed it.