Raschen was in shambles at best, puffing from the cob pipe Jax had shoved in his paw. It had been so long since her labor began. His worries were multiplying with every passing moment, especially as the sun began to peek over the mountains. The bounty hunters would be readying themselves now. They were considered wanted criminals now. Taryn a deserter, Raschen a heretic and a traitor and the poor Hase along for the ride seen as accomplices to their crimes. He shook his head sadly and stood, shoving the pipe back in Jax' paws and standing. He couldn't sit around and do nothing. He knew violence was going to be swiftly tracking them. Hume and Kuguar bounty hunter alike would would fill the Warrens in just a few hours time.<br/><br/>"I'm not going to sit around and wait for our chasers to figure out our direction and follow us. Goddess forbid Taryn is still delivering when they arrive.." he muttered solemnly to Jax.<br/><br/>He stared into the distance. "Goddess, bless your son, give me the strength to protect her and our cubs. Let me be the fortress between them and our chasers.." He prayed softly as the poisonous emerald glow filled his eyes and traveled down his vein-like scars.<br/><br/>He knew it best to be proactive rather than wait for attack and play by reaction. Taryn and his children were his first priority. His eye moved the van and to the soil around it; to the mountain range merely paces from their location. The contents of the grounds nearest him flew by in his mind before he found suitable material from the mountain's influence. Jax watched him in confusion as Raschen lifted his paw, pressing it to the Warren floor near the van. He growled and gave a grunt as he pulsed energy deep beneath it. They all felt the rumble before long spires of crystal began layering themselves around the van, enclosing it in a dome of limestone, quartz and diamond. There remained only the smallest space, extending to only one of the van doors. This was a necessary opening to gather material for Lilly if need be. It would take an army's work to pass Raschen and Jax to reach that door and Raschen was not in the most merciful of moods at the moment. He would paint the Warren red before someone came within ten feet of that door.<br/><br/>The sun was beginning to cast its gaze over the Warren, lighting the path and revealing them to any watchful eyes. It was the first time Raschen had ever cursed the sun's appearance.