<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, Open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Sadghan Lake and Forest<br/><strong>When: </strong>8th Day of the Hunger Moon<br/><hr/>As Ts'itu tipped his head up, L'aen could sense a growl in her chest.  He didn't know why and hoped he hadn't angered her or her pack.  Had he been in wolf form his ears would tuck back.  She spoke in a soothing tone to him as though she knew something.<br/><br/>Her features seemed to darken as he continued about the omens and it made the words fall hushedly from his lips. He'd come to warn them. He would accept any consequences that followed, but he hoped they would be positive..<br/><br/><strong>"Thank you.  I only wanted to do what I felt was right.  Thank you asylum... I need to rid myself of the disgrace of the Ghaltsel pack.  I had decided to move as a solitary being after first warning you."</strong>Her glided nimbly over his rope bindings and he felt as his hands were freed, falling beside him.  The female leader stood with the bindings and tossed them to the other female to put them in his pack and he looked at her, standing as she helped him up.  Before he could reply about his hunger and the like, the one who had captured him came pack, the copper smell of his blood reaching L'aen's nose.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh my.  Are you okay?  Can I help?  I may have some extra cloth in my bag to clean you up with and maybe stop the bleeding... </strong>He wanted to seem helpful, unknowing.<br/><br/>