Athren was about to speak when a loud yelp was once again heard from his older brother. This time a clawed foot managed to get between the dagger and Jolta's throat, kicking it aside enough for him to drop from her grasp.<br/>Athren was there instantly, grabbing his brother and shielding him from whatever strike would come. Then he was running, hugging Jolta's whining form to his chest with his left arm, knowing the fang in his lower back was hurting him horribly but not feeling safe enough to halt and pry it out yet.<br/>They needed to get much further away, away from the crazy girls before he could stop the bleeding and pull out the tooth.