The sounds and sights of rending flesh and spurting blood peppered the air, accented with the deathrattle of the Satyr as Jazen tore its jugular and most of the meat of its neck away, wolfing it down quickly and licking his chops before stalking back towards the Nymph slowly.  He paused before he approached her... he'd forgotten the other one... and there was something in the air.  Too much to bother with at once.  He stalked over to the little sprite and crouched in front of her, cocking his head to the side and nodding.<br/><br/>"We will take you back to your home, for now.... you should be safe.   Guide us, and we will keep you from harm..."<br/><br/>He paused then, fixing her with a speculative stare in case she had any doubts.<br/><br/>"Or perhaps you would rather risk the journey alone..."<br/><br/><br/>At this, one of the great wolves dipped its head underneath the little female's rump, slipping its nose underneath her and between her thighs, sliding her back along its maned neck so she rested atop it, clearly intending that she ride the beast, as Jazen looked at her expectantly, awaiting her answer.