Andreas looked at Asalia. If she was apologizing for something like that… well… perhaps she’d been reminded that they weren’t immortal. He lifted an arm, which hurt because it had holes bitten out of it, and patted the maid on the head. “Then don’t do it again,” he said, but there was a sad little smile on his face.<br/><br/>Andreas glanced at Saint, since he’d woken up for a bit, then he let his gaze fall back to the floor. “There.. there was one casualty in you pack,” he confessed. “Your kids are safe. ...Aura is dead.” It hurt him just having to say those words. He couldn’t imagine what Saint must be feeling.<br/><br/>“I’m sorry Saint,” Andreas said. “But I made sure that not a<span style="font-style: italic">single</span>wolf from that other pack survived. The stench of blood alone will protect your village for weeks.”