Kiitani went from here to there, he was at a loss as to what to do and felt helpless. The commands from the wolves broke him into a sweat. "Please! Draekin! Raissa! Please do not kill them!" He was sure his words fell on deaf ears. Wolves were predators, no matter how the Nation worked, they were more aggressive. He hoped this would not turn them to beasts.<br/><br/>He frets for their spirits, as much as the others, forgetting his own in the feeling of need to protect them. He stumbles upon the wolf who had been hurt, not just yet dead. Kiitani knelt by him, and took his hand, cloak around him across the ground. He could see there was no hope for him, the other could not speak. He bowed his head praying and chanting for the good will of this lost soul, taken in a conflict and ripped with pain. Two Men came upon him, and knew him. In anger they spoke his name, their voices rough and gravely. Pointed sticks-rough spears held up in threat of him.<br/><br/>"Kiitani, You lead us so wrong. We are not of your twisted Nation. They are nothing but weak fools. We will wipe your Nation away, and we will start with you."<br/>The bird man does not look up at them, but speaks quietly "I feel your pain...Men without home, You are lost and alone...you are unhappy and afraid and you take it out upon what was once yours. Do not punish the People of the Nation for your pain. Come home." They growl at him, disgusted with his weakness.