Keirus sat on the eastern ridge of the Erelian Mountains. It had taken him most of the day to get there, due to his condition, and he hadn't seen evidence of any survivors on the way. Even now, as he gazed out onto the valley, he couldn't spot anything. Just a sea of ash with some trees protruding out here and there, albeit charred and branch-less.<br/><br/>His people had been the keepers of balance in the Videlian Woodlands. Life and death were a part of the balance, and they accepted that. They still loved and cared for each other, but death was nothing to be mourned. This is why Keirus could look over the scene without feeling any grief. However, he sensed there was a major imbalance now. With the tree gone, he was unsure as to what would happen to the spirit. He didn't know what to do, or where to go, but he felt that something needed to be done.<br/><br/>Clutching his left side as he stood up, Keirus scanned the horizon behind him. He stood there pondering for a moment, and then kneeled down to transform. After removing his sheath and scabbard, he placed them on the ground before him. His jaw tightened when he began to change, and a strange mix between grunt and yelp flew from his mouth as the pain in his chest suddenly intensified. His vision began to go black for a moment, and he felt dizzy.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">I can't give in yet, must keep moving..</span><br/>Bracing himself on all fours, his vision slowly returned.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Not doing that again unless I absolutely have to,</span>he told himself.<br/>Looking up, he began to walk. It hurt slightly more in this form, as it required more from his upper body, but he would manage. He headed north west along the top of the mountain ridge, glancing over onto the valley every so often for a trace of survivors.