And boom goes the dynamite...just the reaction that Razor was afraid the girl was going to give him. While he was appreciative of the healing, which made him shiver and let out a sigh of relief, that the pain was gone. He had to let out a groan of aggravation once hearing her stumbling back and hearing her practically went into a fit about his existence, as well as his kind's existence...now really wasn't the time for any of this. He rose up slowly, onto his feet, his cloak covering his whole body, and his wolf mask bearing straight at the girl.<br/><br/>"And here I said you didn't want to do that...Look, I don't care what it is that you think about me...I'm just glad I could get you out of there, alive. And I'm assuming you'll be thinking that I rescued you only to put you in a pot of stew or something? While I appreciate the idea of dinner, I don't-...wait..."<br/><br/>He heard something that was...off...something that didn't belong around here. If he had eyes, he would blink at the sound of it. It was something that he didn't notice before, probably because of his panic thoughts of figuring out what went on around here, and then his hurried chase of getting to this girl. His wolf mask looked left and right as he tried to figure out what that sound was, but it was still hard to hear over the roars of the fire and the constant sounds the girl was making...but it was still there...almost every other second...he could hear it.<br/><br/><i>Mass amounts of flapping wings...hundreds of screeches in reply to each other...weapons clanging against each other...roars of victory sounding out...the raiders...</i><br/><br/>He let out a gasp and looked back to the girl,"No time! They're still nearby!" Almost as quick as lightening, he went right up to the girl and outstretched his arms, careful to not cut her with his claws...though she might have made that difficult. He refrained from tossing her over his shoulder, thinking that might have been a more hostile action, and instead cradled her in his arms, somewhat close to his chest. Still hearing the sound of the raiders faintly under the roars of the fires and this girl, it fueled him as he muttered a spell to strengthen his bones again and made a mad dash out of the burning village.<br/><br/>He followed the natural scent of the forests, ignoring the scent of fires and death, and the blood from the girl, he also tried to ignore whatever she was doing as he tried to get into the safety of the wilds...though, he kept muttering for her to shut up, or be still, or whatever to make her stop...doing whatever it is that frightened humans do when trying to make the situation worse instead of improving it. Who knew what those raiders had within their forces, and who knew if they were about to come back, or sent people to spy on the remains of the village...just, who knew? It was better to settle down in the forest...at least there, they could be safe. Though, one thought stuck in Razor's mind:<br/><br/><i>Why the hell am I doing this?</i><br/><br/>And that thought stuck with him as he made his mad retreat into the trees of the wilds, hoping to find a spot to put the girl down and rest...if she would let him do that for even a second...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>