Aella rushed forwards at the sound of a voice, carefully working her way around pieces of wreckage and trying not to look at the ones who didn't make it. She was very young compared to other creatures, so this was her first brush with those whom no longer drew breath. She came around a large piece of the cabin to find a pretty brown haired girl kneeling, wounded and bloody. "Hi... I um, I wasn't far away, I heard the crash and followed the smoke." She fell silent for a bit, biting the inner edge of her lip before taking a few cautious steps forwards. "How bad are you hurt? I'm afraid I don't know any first aid, but maybe I can do something to help." She said, standing there awkwardly.<br/><br/>Nate groaned and grumbled, knowing it was actually probably a better idea to go there with his shorts on, he just hated what it did to his fur. He parked his rear back in the sand as he put on a pair of torn and well worn shoes on his feet, having gotten them out of his bag before he burried it. With a deep breath, he closed his eyes and focused on changing with the clothes on, something he wasn't entirely good at because of how he had been raised. Opening his eyes, in wolf form with the odd ghostly pattern that he had shorts and shoes on indented in his fur, he bolted across the sand towards the woods, knowing he wouldn't likely get there until dawn.<span style="font-style: italic">'Spirits, protect the living. Guide me through the night to the surviving souls.'</span>he thought, sending it up to the heavens as he ran.