<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5b/Tsitu%2C_Nadaeki_Alpha.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Ts'itu e'e Son<br/><strong>Who:</strong>L'aen, Son' Lahleli, Astir, & Kon<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Forests near Sadghan Lake<br/><strong>When: </strong>Midday, Eighth Day of Hunger Moon<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ts'itu couldn't help wondering at the submissiveness that Nel'aen displayed. While some might characterize the omegas as being lesser or weak for their lack of warrior training, she'd never before met an omega who didn't boldly meet her eye. They were speakers for the spirits, knowing of things that even a blooded alpha couldn't imagine, and no matter their physical might they tended to know their own power. She tilted her head slightly and watched him speak, noting that it was perhaps not lack of power that made him behave so submissively but an inclination of spirit. And certainly, abandoning his tribe showed a courage that shouldn't be dismissed.<br/><br/>"Then I am glad we could save you from that fate," she said. Being a lone wolf in the Dyr was hard and dangerous, even for an experienced beta. It was likely that despite his connection to the spirits, he would have perished in the Long Winter.<br/><br/>As she waited for him to take her hand that she might pull him to his feet, she froze at the feeling of innate wrongness that gnawed at her spine. The feeling only intensified until the smell of blood finally came to her nose. Her nails lengthened instantly into claws as she snarled. It didn't take long for Astir and Kon, both still in their wolf form, to limp into the clearing. The sight was enough to make her want to howl, but she forced back the urge with an iron will. Now was not the time to let her wolf get the better of her. Her betas were injured, there was a strange omega in her care, and Son' Lahleli's stoicism was great but she would still look to Ts'itu for direction in this crisis.<br/><br/>She hissed in a breath through her teeth. Claws retreated and the wolf retreated, though it snarled vengeance all the way down. Looking down once more at Nel'aen, who seemed shaken but wished to be helpful, she nodded shortly. "Bind up their wounds. Don't fret with neatness, only make sure it will staunch the bleeding and stay on for a run." Turning to her betas, she said in a voice that was even more gentle than what she'd used on Nel'aen, "Kon, I need you to turn back and give me a report. Astir, stay as you are." The metal tang of the arrowhead within his wound was enough to turn her stomach. If he were to shift it might cause even more damage, something she could not risk when they were still miles from Danae's competent hands.<br/><br/>Finally she went to Son' Lahleli. Reaching out, she gripped the other woman's shoulder and leant in close. "I'm going to have to carry Astir. You will bring up the rear. If the omega tries anything untoward, though I doubt he will, you must take him out. If any escaped from the skirmish they may come back. Be alert."