Tellara looked in surprise at the new arrrival, analysing every feature of her form to assess her alignment. She was a she, evidently, and obviously a worgen, although that was about as far as Tellara got. Any distinctive wear had been torn away and taken, and no other distinguishing mark could be found on her body. Tellara crawled out from beneath her sister, escaping her protective guard without a word. She shuffled along the slightly moist earth until she was kneeling over the worgen's face, hers but inches from the beast's. If asked, Tellara would say she was curious, but in fact, she was enraged, sorrowful and grief stricken, and if anything this new detail proved a quite effective distraction for her to focus on instead of all pressing matters at hand. Perhaps she was another druid? Unless the hunter had anything else for any of them in mind, Tellara reasoned that this could easily be another specimen in the line-up. She both hoped so, and hoped not. If she was a druid, they'd be able to relate, have something in common, and it meant that she wouldn't be killed. But, tellara mentally added, if she was a druid, she'd hate this as much as Tellara did.<br/><br/>Tellara moved a shackled hand to her ashen black furred face, and swept aside the ruffled fibres of soft fur. She turned back to Mora, looking questioningly at her, with a feeling more of genuine concern now.<br/><br/>"D-do you think she's a-alright?" Tellara wondered, both to herself and to Mora. She looked back to the ebon fur of the newly arrived worgen, stroking the fur on her shoulder affectionately, and almost curiously. She knew her kind dealt heavily with worgens, but she had been feral for so long. It seemed strange to finally meet one. Tellara moved her ear to the worgen's chest, searching for a heartbeat, but it was hard through all the thick fur. Despite that, she very much enjoyed the tickling brush of the dark fibres against her soft, purple skin. It had a nice feel, like Mora's own soft coat in cat form. When she thought of Mora though, she quickly raised herself from the worgen, fearing what she might think.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>