The nymph shrank back against the wolves at the sounds of fighting from where the wolf had got that satyr's attention.  She didn't peek.  Curiosity was the last thing the shell-shocked little creature could feel at the moment.<br/><br/>The satyr had stopped Jazen's initial charge up short, but as the two fell to the floor in a tangle of limbs, claws and teeth, Jazen had the satyr's throat in his maw before long.  It was quickly over, but the nymph made no move to embrace her savior.  She didn't want to go out into the open anymore.  Not now.<br/><br/>The other survivor, the one that had ran earlier, had ducked behind a tree and was sitting against it, clutching her chest and panting.  Her nerves were shot - she wasn't sobbing or showing any signs of mourning for her sister nymphs.  She was simply too numb.  Through it all she didn't even notice Hopper - she wasn't in any state to notice much of anything.