Her questions about himself answered, Aaron listened respectfully as she spoke about her friend, Kyros.  He cringed inside at her mention of him being exiled, and with no explanation as to why.  He truly loved every single one of his pack brothers and sisters, and would willingly die for any of them.  For him to hear about her friend’s exile was crushing, as it was all about the pack, never the solitary wolf.<br/><br/>Vixaria’s next thought out loud was cut off, as a scream rudely interrupted her.  So much for a peaceful evening, he thought.  Aaron had no doubt whatsoever that the Dark Hunter relished the excitement.  It’s what she was basically for, after all.  He ran after her, seeing as how she seemed to know the scream’s origin.<br/><br/>A pair of frightened, blonde females greeted them down an alley.  The reason for their fright was clear, as six Daimons were near what now appeared to be a pair of drunken blondes.  How did he miss that detail before?  Aaron was pretty sure the six weren’t there to discuss makeup tips and recipes for shrimp gumbo.  Locating a secure spot, he headed there to shift, since he wouldn’t be much help to her in his human guise.  Although he carried his own lethal weapons, he thought he could be of more use to her in his wolf form, since their adversaries wouldn’t be expecting a vicious wolf in their midst.<br/><br/>There was a pendant that every member of his pack possessed.  The locket was imbued with magic, in that it allowed all wearers to shift back and forth without having to worry about clothes.  Trouble was, Aaron never wore his, always leaving it behind.  Shifting to a wolf left his clothes behind, and shifting back to his human form found him naked.  He would do well to remember that pendant from now on.<br/><br/>As a wolf, Aaron’s claws and fangs could dole out some damage, though he was by no means fooling himself.  Vixaria would be the death-bringer.  He would serve as support or a distraction to aid her.  The midnight-black wolf slunk in the shadows, as he witnessed the Dark Hunter send a pair of over-eager Daimons to meet their maker.  The remaining foursome stood their ground, debating whether or not to accept her challenge.<br/><br/>Aaron remained in the alley’s darkness, as the Daimons focused all of their attention on Vixaria, and rightly so.  He silently watched them, ready to spring into action since they still outnumbered her.  Truthfully, he didn’t believe this mattered as she had proven herself handy with those blades, hidden and otherwise.  Visions of her near-death back in the parking lot reminded him to stay alert.  He just wished the two blondes would shut up already.