Quote Witchety Grub:<br/>Draekin snarls in pain, more from The Mystic's words, than from her ministrations.<br/>He writhes under them, seeking desperately to avoid Kiitani's edict. The Spirit now shining from her has long been hidden, certainly Draekin has never seen it revealed before with such strength. His own Wolf howls in response, eager for a rival to challenge, for flesh to tear. But Draekin is wrought from conflict, confused, and grievously wounded. He retains control, centring himself around Raissa's presence beside him, the flick of her tongue against his muzzle. Meanwhile, the Spirit within the Mystic speaks, and her words are received as gospel.<br/>Though the fear of many is palpable, some members of the Nation remember who they are, Kiitani's words renewing their strength and belief. Slowly, heads are raised from the surrounding death and devastation. From the youngest to the most revered, all harken to the Mystic. But Draekin feels the truth of her words like a condemnation. His Spirit howls as Kiitani commands the Nation not to kill, but Draekin focusses on the pain of his wound and does not move, until the Mystic stands over him, her people carrying out her orders.<br/>"Kiitani." Draekin's bandage lies fresh against him but his cloak is slicked in blood, his breathing shallow and rapid. Regardless, he levers himself up on his elbow, trying to get his legs under him, as if to stand.<br/>"Kiitani. I-I cannot promise." Draekin says, panting heavily. "But I will try."