<div class="floatleft">(http://i1263.photobucket.com/albums/ii625/RainbowRian/fc4fc7d7-fbe3-4256-a1e3-296296c8cd2b.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Nel'aen' Ahn Saa , a.k.a. L'aen (Lane)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Astir, Kon, Son, Ts'itu, Open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Sadghan Lake and Forest<br/><strong>When: </strong>8th Day of the Hunger Moon<br/><hr/>L'aen took his pack to Astir as it seemed The female and Large male decidedly headed out.  Gently he knelt by Astir, and took a look at the Wolf's wounds.  He was used to the copper smell thanks to his hunter father, other villagers, and his mother helping when she could.  The wolf snarled and bared his teeth at L'aen and he stopped, giving a look of concern, but sternness as his mother would have.  When getting the unspoken permission to touch the wolf, he sat his pack down on his lap, examining the wounds.  He hoped they had a skilled member to remove the arrow from the wolf's shoulder.<br/><br/>He heard the wolf speak in his thoughts and he knew his ties to the Ghaltsel pack were waning.  He gave a nod and spoke his own response. '<em>I need to snap the bigger part of this arrow length off.  It may hurt but I will try to be easy.."</em>'  Softly he put a hand against the wolfs leg, the arrow shaft going between his thumb and index finger and he gripped it softly so it didn't put too much pressure on it, but he could grip it.  He had seen his mother do this countless times and knew if he paused then it could hurt the man beneath the wolf.  He took a deep breath and snapped the larger part of the shaft, all of the pressure set on it rather than the tip, the man would have barely felt it shift, if he felt anything other than the lightening of the load.<br/><br/>Okay, one step down.. he thought.  He had brought with him strips of cloth for warmth, or bandaging and it seemed the use was for the latter of the two.  He gently touched the underside of the Wolf Astir's muscles and got a look at the sinews, He cautiously but firmly wrapped them, missing the inch and a half of shaft sticking from the flesh, but wrapping around it to prevent blood loss.  A knife.  He knew he had forgotten something.  He gave a look to the wolf as reassurance he wasn't doing anything unwelcome and softly let his heat ripple through his veins.  He had to be aware of every aspect of his change, so that it didn't happen spur of the moment in front of dignitaries, so he had examined it in stages as his mother taught him.<br/><br/>At first, his hair seemed to grow a few inches, then his nails formed elongated claws and his jaw and cheekbones became more pronounced and elongated as his teeth lengthened and sharpened.  That is where he stopped it.  He picked up the bandage, about 11 inches from where it was still wrapped and held it in one hand between two fingers, while cutting it with his claw before allowing his more wolf-like features to return to the safe quiet young man as before.  He finished wrapping and tucked the bandages neatly in place, then bandaged the bites on his shoulder.<strong>"That should keep the crimson at bay."</strong>He said after his patient had finished his growling and snarling.   He got to his feet, and L'aen turned to Ts'itu, following them as they trekked through the snow in various forms but staying in his own.<br/><br/>The other two had vanished and there was the copper smell again, accompanied by a howl.  L'aen stayed near the pack's leader up until they got closer to the village and he could see the woman's features in the snow, along with the larger wolf.  He wanted to help but any movements could be considered a threat, and his meekness simply couldn't allow the action.  All of this because he had wanted to warn them of an omen.  Undoubtedly the rival pack would now know of his betrayal or be looking for him, likely with a price for his head.  he hung his head low keeping his gaze on the other's feet as the walked to the village and maybe he would have some time to think and be alone with his prayers.