Kai didn't really respond. He'd heard the messages and he had to agree with Mira's assessment of the callers' intelligence and, if he were being honest with himself, her anger. It wasn't as though he hadn't been able to see her side during this whole situation but now, as he sat on the couch staring into a dark room, he allowed himself to stop being so damn focused on what was best for PM and try to put himself in her shoes.<br/>Mira really had been through hell. Kidnapped, held basically prisoner, nearly killed on three separate occasions, and her boyfriend had been killed. Kai mulled these things over for a while. He couldn't bring himself to hold responsibility for most of it. He'd done what he'd had to do in the moment, partially for the specific purpose of keeping Mira alive. But Chuck getting killed...he had to take responsibility for that. Well, he and Cherry both did. Maybe they would have a talk about it at some point. The thought made the shifter give a quiet, wheezy laugh. The idea of the vampiress being willing to say more than a few insults and thinly veiled sexual advances was beyond unlikely.<br/>Trapped in his thoughts and trying to decide on the best course of action from here on, it was a long time before Kai was able to sleep.<br/><br/>The path of the White Wolf's rampage was beyond easy to follow. The hulking beast seemed to be eating as it ran, and discarding half-eaten corpses of deer and other animals when it bored of them.<br/>The Hunt Team wasn't far behind their boss, but even though they were all skilled trackers and hunters in their own right, they didn't notice Silas and Kallista following them. The elf and his wife tracked them with ease, though there was no tenseness between the two. They were relaxed, comfortable, almost more comfortable for the great danger they currently followed. There was no hurry. They knew they'd catch up eventually. In the meantime, they conversed in Elvish.<br/>"I missed this side of you, sheill." At her curious gaze, Silas elaborated. "It has been a long time since I have seen you walk so proudly, or act in violence towards one who provoked you. It is more...real, to see you like this." He gestured to her. His wife was ragged, her long black hair still damp and clinging to her face in places. The blood that the shifter's sprinklers hadn't managed to wash off was dry in places, and her hand was still tinted brownish where Chuck's blood had dried. The elf shrugged. "I missed fighting with you, Kallista." He said it was though it were the simplest, easiest thing to admit.<br/>Truly, it was. He loved his wife no matter what. They'd been through 700 years at each others' side, and he'd no doubt be lost without her. But Kallista, the Kallista he'd known, had wasted away. She'd wrapped herself in a cocoon of timidity and submission, and it had broken Silas' heart to see it. Part of him had been angry. He didn't want to protect her, because she could protect herself. He didn't want to be the one to discipline their daughter because even Paetra could see that Kallista had become a pushover. He didn't want to give in to the murderous instincts that night because of the vampire hunters. It had taken a long time to remind himself why she'd withdrawn, to remind himself that she had every right to be afraid and broken. In a way, he was broken too.<br/>He hoped her recent actions meant they could start putting themselves back together.<br/><br/>Thyme stared at Brie for a long time. He didn't speak at first, just nodded. But he didn't move. At first he didn't know why, but he found that there was something he felt needed to be said. "Would you rather have dated a man who kept secrets and could eventually give you a life without a target on your back, or one who was completely honest and couldn't? You don't want to live this life, Brie. I know it, it's why you work your ass off to pay for school even though either Ghost or I could pay your way through easily. I was trying to give you that, Brie." He was quiet, but the werecat spoke with conviction.