Quote Eferhilda:<br/>The wolves with Raissa stop the men who would harm others of the nation felling them like saplings against a fierce wind. Though the urge to kill is great within her she manages to hold herself in control and takes one of the men alive, though his leg is badly wounded and it is not likely that he will ever run again perhaps even walk.<br/><br/>By the scruff of the leather shirt he is wearing she is dragging him back toward where the others wait, his screams now only soft whimpering as sock and fear begin to set in; his fragile brain unable to really handle what was going on around him. Animals and people one and the same? How can that be?<br/><br/>A howl of pain from her mate stops her in her tracks, ears up and erect as her heart hammers in her chest. The second screech from the mystic make her drop the human, "Bring him! Alive!" she barks to those with her before charging off toward where the scent of her mate was strongest, fear and worry nipping at her heels spurning her faster and faster till she breaks into the clearing and rushes toward the pair as they stand before the fire.<br/><br/>Whimpering and whining she rises on her back legs arms going about her mates neck and hugging him to her, her nose buried in his neck as she breathes deep his scent. Licks mixing with soft kisses along his flesh there speaks of her worry and love for him, "Sorry....sorry...sorry..." she whines out softly to him, apologizing for everything that has happened between them; the idea of having almost lost him making the realization of how much a piece of her would die should he leave this world for the next.<br/><br/>A commotion behind them signifies the wolves dragging the live human between them toward their leaders, blood covering their muzzles and pelts where they killed those men who thought they could just attack the nation without recourse.