One by one his pack mates awoke from their slumbers, most with sudden jerks as terror of the attack shoved them back into reality. Thomas knew it well, sleep was a precious commodity that few of them were getting. He shifted onto his back to stare at the ceiling of the den as his mind drifted to a far worse memory (in his mind)... what came after. The pain of the attack is quick and sharp with every death and injury the pack suffered but when it was all over the bodies do not simply disappear with the clean up nearly killing the soul.<br/><br/>All the blood, entrails, and bodies that stained the cave needed to be removed before they could even think of sleeping in this place ever again, and despite how thorough they tried to be the scent of death still clung to it. They had to face all those they had failed to protect and those whose lives they took... whose blood was on their claws, teeth, and fur. Graves were dug that day and in ones that followed for friends, family, and their enemy that lost their lives that night... So many of the dead Claws were women and, while it might not matter in the grand scheme of things, it still felt wrong to Thomas.<br/><br/>Another pack mate jolted awake and he turns his head to see Eilidh working to calm herself down from her nightmare. He could see her lips move silently in prayer and he dared crack a small smile. He did not really believe in God... or at least the Catholic God, but everyone needed something to cling to in the dark time and it worked for her.<br/><br/>A few more of the pack began to move... actually it was probably just about everyone and Thomas decided he needed actually get up. It probably helped that he was not a fan of Eidhin's wake up routine of bad singing and he needed to do something to put his mind away from it. He noticed the smell of wet dog and looked out from the cave to see Aidan drenched form. At first he was concerned but as he looked on a small smile grew. She had no noticeable injuries or blood, she had not howled for help, and she was not showing particular frustration at anyone in particular. It all added up to she only had herself...<span style="font-style: italic">probably was not paying attention again</span>Thomas mused to himself and went to collect somethings.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">While Aidan settled in beside the fire she heard the comment she had been expecting from Eilidh. Aidan only sighed and snorted, * It would be nice if someone were to fetch me change of clothes…* she shared through the pack’s bond to those gathered around her.</span><br/><br/>At her words, a towel plopped down over her before Thomas laid some clothes next to her. “Our premium services include rub downs and foot or paw massages,” He teased to her in hopes of getting her spirit up. It was one thing to be moping around for the attack, it was another for something as silly as a slip and fall but of course if the shoe was on the other foot... “I hope the clothes work, I just grabbed whatever was on top,” he added on with a small smile before heading back into the cave.<br/><br/>When Thomas came back, he was carrying most of the dishes and tools they would need for breakfast as well as something he kept hidden. He set the stuff down off to the side before turning back to face his worn down pack. “Ok, everyone listen up!” He called out in a serious tone, “I've got some good news and some bad news.” He paused for a moment, letting the serious tone hang in the air for a few seconds before pulling out a box, “The good news I found some coffee that is still good... bad news is, unless one of you is hiding a cow from us, we have no milk or cream,” He said lightly with a smile. Everyone was so down they needed to picked up a bit before there was nothing left. He hoped that helped brighten their moods a bit and if not at least the coffee (even if it's the crappy stuff) should sound like heaven since so few of them were getting a decent amount of sleep.<br/><br/>He tossed the coffee to Sera as he went to get a pot for them to prepare when Eryan's howl broke through their home. He stood the for a few seconds before turning back to the pack, “All right it looks like we're going to have one more for breakfast.” He looks over everyone in contemplation as he tries to decide who to take with him to get her only to decide to give them the freedom. “Ok, I need one person to come with me to get Eryan. Any volunteers? If we're lucky maybe she brought back a cow with her... or at least stopped at the store and picked up something to mix with the coffee.”<br/><br/>Once he had someone with him, Thomas went into the woods, seamlessly shifting into his large wolf form before breaking into a full out run. Maybe on a normal day he would have enjoyed the run but as of that moment it was crucial they got to Eryan first. The howl alerted not just them but the Claws to her presence and who knew what would happen if they got to her first.