((lol, no problem Allie ^^ I said Ureck would TRY to convince Sherani, and apparently he's not very convincing... I love the way you wrote out her reasoning though!))<br/><br/>With his words fallen on deaf ears, Ureck could do little but watch with widened eyes as the tigress devoured the coyotegirl ravenously, silencing the loud-mouthed canine once and for all. After his 18 year life in Espen, the collie was no stranger to such sights, but the lust, the sheer vigor with which the shifter devoured her victim... it was quite unlike anything he had ever seen before. He could imagine what it must have felt like: the slimy feeling of her tongue lathering up her torso, the claustrophobic cling of slick flesh around her head as he descended to her doom, the tingle of acids against her body as it began to dissolve away into a nourishing form. Sheera had ambushed him, made him jump through a glass window, and threatened his life, yet her desperate pleads within still struck a sorry chord in his mind.<br/><br/>"Damn it Ureck," he muttered half to himself. "Why do you always listen to your heart? It makes you pathetic."<span style="font-style: italic">But I can't believe that...</span><br/><br/>Grumbling, he turned away from the scene and leaned against the bar, folding his hands over each other as he once again sank deep into thought. He wasn't under for long, however, as he spotted the deck of cards he had written his codes on earlier, a frown spreading over his face. Those stupid things... they almost got him killed tonight. It wasn't an option to leave them there, since one of the Grangers might find it, but he sure didn't want to keep them either. With a nonchalant flick, the box of cards flew through the air and landed in a water pail beside the kitchen door with a *plunk*, the old paper soon starting to disintegrate.<br/><br/>No more distractions clouding his mind, it was around then he realized that his leg really... really... hurt. Letting out a groan, he doubled over the table, reaching down to grasp the puncture wound the Nekojin had left in his thigh. His other arm groped around for his satchel, fumbling through its contents until he grasped a small flask. Pulling it up onto the counter, he prepared to pull out the stopper when he got his first good look into the kitchen.<br/><br/>...so that's where the Tiefling went, he realized as he eyed the kitsune's large belly, likely working away at her fresh-caught dinner. The sudden realization of just how many predators there had been in the bar unsettled him somewhat, but as he saw her defensive position in front of the barmaid he soon grew less apprehensive. Compassionate predators were something he hadn't seen in a long time, and as he thought he found a grin of respect crossing his face. It turned his attention back to the shifter who, despite being rather full, was also covered in large injuries. Sure, she did away with his chance of learning anything about this attack, but she DID help get his tail out of some serious trouble. That in mind, he trotted back to the tigress, albeit with a bit of caution.<br/><br/>"Err," he began awkwardly. "Thanks for the save back there. Are you badly hurt? Do you need any medicine?"<br/><br/>(Ureck offers Sherani a Cure Light Wounds potion)<br/><br/>((I'm going to take his moment to post a bit more of Ureck's backstory in the form of a Silver Ink Chronicle. It's meant to be like an anecdote as it enters Ureck's mind, and this particular one should explain why he can be murderous one minute an a complete softie the next. XD Oh, and it does contain a bit of vorish content, if you're interested))