Zellira heard commotion. She jumped, immediately moving into a fighting stance, low to the ground with her sword drawn in her hand. She felt her muscles protest, the bruises on her body blackened and the bandage she had wrapped around her side already bloody. She curled her lip and pulled her hood over her head, hiding her face. A black wolf and a man stood nearby but Zellira didn't have the feeling either was friendly. She looked over at Mekoa, small but poised to spring in the corner. She didn't see Ristina and her heart dropped. She had said something about hunting hadn't she? What if...no. She muttered a silent prayer to the Black God that Ristina was alright before she stood up. "And what buisness would you have here of all places, some of us use night to [b]sleep[b]." she hissed, pointing her sword at the pair.