Kiitani, the Bird woman hears this all with pain. Tears run freely from her vibrant blue eyes. This is her Nation and it is wounded with hate. She longs to stand and stop it. She has never wanted this, but the people must see. This is for the people to learn and make their own choices. She may lead them, but she does not own them.<br/><br/>Perhaps they do share a few blows, or would start to, but before much more can happen there is a commotion behind them, in the shadows of the fire there is trouble. Angry snarls turn into fearful cries. Kiitani whips around, only to see something like a spear flying overhead and coming down just short of the Wolves. Instinct taking over here would be dangerous, Animals panic when danger threatens.<br/>She left high, and saw them. Fear broke her fall, tumbling her down towards the wolves, her eyes wide. "They are not Nation!" That was foolish to yell, but she'd not thought.<br/><br/>Springing back up, as the bird man now, voice like thunder he bellows "NATION! INTO THE TREES! IN THE FIRE YOU ARE TARGETS!" Despite his yelling he stands tall with his head high, watching. "Draekin, Raissa, gather some wolves, we need to know what they are. If you can catch one."<br/><br/>They look like any of the Nation and yet the feeling any of the Nation would get from them is being half blind. They can see Men, but hardly animals. These Men come to kill, they feel inclined to do so, and some of the Nation do fall to them. A deer, hare and Wolf too are slain in the fray. A Man is injured though to the credit of the wolf. This is a panic almost as bad as watching the fire falling from the sky, or the water rushing on them...only...these men have come in the shadows, and are only seen in flickers of light.