The streets of the city were not friendly even if night was still young, early, just barely late evening. It was quiet and there were few people about and Gimmel always made sure that the group was in line and nobody was spotted. Recalling what had happened back at the Checkpoint, he was not about to repeat that mistake a second time. He was a fast learner and he knew humans were not to be underestimated even during times like this. It was almost like he had dropped the â€˜pupishâ€™ side of him and a completely different wolf had taken over as they ran through the city; Gimmels true colors were showing a bit more. He was a true leader. It was a damn shame Aleph was not here to see him, Beyt thought to herself. He always had his doubts about Gimmel and she almost wanted to see all of that proven wrong whenever he was in this state of mind.<br/><br/>Beyt had not gotten a good look at the city when she was carried to Simonâ€™s apartment-looking place, and she admitted she was quite saddened. It looked old and neglected, almost forgotten, and it almost made her feel sorry for it. Like she was connected to this city somehow but she could not place a paw on how she was connected. According to some chattering humans this was once the capital cityâ€¦ Faiviel or something like thatâ€¦ While the group hid in the shadows, she listened in to the chattering humansâ€™ conversation until Drake and Fatal had interrupted her, saying that Gimmel would have questions. â€œI said I would keep my word and I shall,â€ she said in reply before the small pack was off once more, heading back toward the forest.<br/><br/>She knew that Gimmel would have questions but she dared not say more in case that he were to overhear. In the back of her mind she still had some small doubts, but even if the man was broken Simon was still a Seer. He had a rare gift after all especially for a Seer and Beyt knew that their paths were bound to cross again sooner or later. The manâ€™s words still bothered her but she would only push it aside and move forward. That was the best thing she could do for now she decided, lest she make the others worry. She was a strong wolf. The pain in her leg, slowly fading, was a reminder of just how strong she was. Gunshots were not often survived and even if you did she knew they were not to be taken lightly. It hurt to walk but her expression did not reveal her pain. Beyt has become rather good at masking the emotions she did not feel were important at the moment.<br/><br/>Gimmel seemed to only pick that up once in awhile. It was a good thing for her, and she expected that of him since they were siblings. Their connection could not be severed. Not by anything.<br/><br/>Once they reached the Checkpoint leading out of the city, it seemed they were home free, but suddenly a low growl was heard from the shadows and the next thing they knew, a few stray wolves, pure black in color, jumped out of the darkness. They flashed their fangs in a hideous snarl that sounded more like a monster than a wolf. The wolves were rather thin, emaciated, and ravenous. Hungry for blood, they licked their lips and inched closer to the pack they surrounded. Then their leader came out of hiding, her amber eyes gazing absently at the intruders.<br/><br/>â€œWell, well. It looks like a pack of strays has made its way to our great Faiviel.â€ She spoke in a very majestic voice that oozed bad news. â€œWhat are you doing here?â€ The wolves made no moves to strike but the hungry look in their eyes was intense. Gimmel stood closer to Beyt, however this time it was not because she was his sister, but because he was protecting the wounded. He decided to leave this to Fatal since she would be better for this situation. Or possibly Drake as well. He just knew that he would probably do something a bit rash since he was still recovering from almost losing Beyt.