The small pack of worgen, five in all, acted quickly, one moving past Aelena to Iylldrraen's body, scooping him up with ease as the others formed a protective perimeter around Aelena. For the moment, they were unnoticed, and the pack hoped that they would remain unnoticed so they could exit the chaos safely. One of the larger worgen moved to carry Aelena, but quickly reconsidered the action with one deathly stare from the distraught shaman. Instead, they waited for Aelena to take up pace with the worgen carrying her lover, then the four took up protective positions around the three as they set out from the camp.<br/><br/>A few times they were noticed, but thankfully allies were close by and dispatched their enemies quickly. They never broke their pace, panting softly as canines would, eyes narrow and set with purpose, wandering neither left nor right, but remaining fixed on what was ahead. Soon the trek through the darkening forest ended, in front of inclined cliff face. The pack halted, setting Iylldrraen down briefly as his carrier took a bit of rope, likely taken from the camp, and began to bind the druid's arms. He then stood, two of the pack assisting in hefting the druid's arms up and over the carrier's head, then, binding his legs around the carrier's waist like a belt. Once Iylldrraen was secured, the worgen carrier, along with one other, began to quickly scale the inclined cliff face, appearing as though it was running upward. The worgen that had been closest to Aelena gave her a brief look before turning and kneeling before her.<br/><br/>“Quickly, we must go.” Barely waiting for Aelena to secure herself the worgen was off, launching himself against the inclined cliff, paws and claws digging and tearing at the rock and earth, practically propelling them upward. To either side were the other two worgen, keep pace easily, pausing only for a moment to look about, ensuring they were not being followed, though the one to the left did appear to linger a bit longer, her gaze likely fixed upon the camp they had just fled.<br/><br/>In moments the three, for the other two had already reached the top, were hoisting themselves over the cliff edge, even the one carrying Aelena seemed unhindered, and were off at a jogging pace again once Aelena had dismounted. What was a cliff was actually the end of a path that led to a cave set into the mountain. The pack entered without hesitation, despite the near-darkness. Piles of wood had been lit, likely to convenience Aelena and Iylldrraen, which would also mean more worgen had escaped the camp chaos. The cave was unremarkable, and did not lead to a maze, but rather first led to a small chamber, then further back to a larger assembly chamber, where there were indeed more worgen.<br/><br/>A large worgen, though not as large as Garamon, approached the pack, pale white fur dancing like liquid over it's body, amber eyes fixing from Iylldrraen to Aelena. It quickly motioned to a bed surrounded by various vials and containers. The worgen turned to Aelena.<br/><br/>“We must speak, and quickly.” His voice was deep and husky as he spoke, already turning toward a more secluded section of the chamber, expecting Aelena to follow.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>