The thrill of battle surged through Deet, the blood lust rising with each pump of her heart.  She could feel it in Cresent too.  More orcs hurried forward to attack them, only to be met by sharp fangs ripping out their throats.  While Deet's own fangs in the form of her two bone daggers slashed and stabbed at the orcs that moved to aid their ravaged comrades.<br/><br/>*<i>There are too many.</i>* Cresent sent as she lifted her head from her most recent victim.  Deet, panting from exertion, had to agree with her Sister.  The orcs continued to come and she knew it was only a matter of time before they were overrun.  *<i>We need pack</i>. *<br/><br/>They needed packed.  Deet glanced around, looking for the other elves Cresent had scented earlier.  She had reservations about joining elves from tribes she didn't know, but when it came to fighting orcs and humans, elves stood together.<br/><br/>Wheeling Cresent around, Deet urged the wolf deeper into the ruins following the sounds of fighting.  With her sharp ears, Deet heard one of the elfs call out.  They rounded a stone wall to find the she elf standing by stone steps leading downward.  Deet gave a nod of her head.  Yes, going to ground would give them an advantage.<br/><br/>"Elves to me!" Deet cried out as she kneed Cresent towards the other elf and the stone steps.