Larrin was stable, but his consciousness was fleeting at best. he was aware that there were two women around him, attempting to keep an eye on him. of course, they had drained themselves ripping him from the clutches of death. however, every time he tried to move, even to get comfortable, he'd black back out. he suffered from more than physical wounds, as they could not restore his energy. he finally succumbed to the drain and remained out, his shields dropping finally. it did take energy to maintain them. Erin, once she was up and able to function, would finally be able to feel his mind. something was different about him, almost like it was crowded there in his thoughts. there was an area in his mind that was unable to be read, but it seemed to hold something back, almost like a dam.<br/><br/>The first twenty-four hours since they finished healing him were quiet, as he didn't move from his torpid state. there was nearly no mind activity from the man, so he seemed inclined to remain unconscious for quite a while. however, the following night, the girls were not going to be so lucky, with Erin getting the worst of it because of her powers in particular.<br/><br/>it started as soon as the full moon crested the night sky. both girls would feel a powerful<em>presence</em>pressing against their minds. it started slowly, without much clarity. however, what was a light whisper, soon became a chorus of screams and yells of pain and despair. wolven howls fill the air, along with snarls and growls. Erin in particular would hear the crackle of fire, quite literally smelling the smoke and feeling the intense heat. the wailing of a young child, maybe seven, pierced all the other sounds, his cries of pain lost in the barrier of language. in the room where he slept, his hoarse baritone would ring clearly.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 36pt;">NOOO!!!</span>if the dream was not enough to wake the girls, the outcry certainly had to be. the lean male was found in the corner of the room, curled tightly in a ball and crying. he was still fairly dirty from the fight, even though the girls did try to clean him up as they healed him. his long platinum blond hair was a bloody, tangled mess, debris from the woods still snagged in the length. the moment Erin was near, she'd feel his shields slam back into place, locking his mind from her touch.