Silven awoke to the scent of burnt flesh and the feel of an undead tongue against his cheek.  His mount had come to him and was watching with through it's socketless eyes.  Silven's own body was in shambles but at least his mana had regenned during the rest.  He must have been out for hours; groaning from the pain of everything enveloping himself, he reached and yanked the arrow from his chest and cast a spell of greater healing on himself. It did wonders but the aches were still there.  He could hardly move and grunted as he cast a regeneration as well; his body would be in agony for some time to come, but at least he could ease it with his spells.  His mind caught up with him then...the night elves!  Had they escaped?<br/><br/>"By the Lich King, I swear if I allowed myself to be put through such agonies to simply let those two escape!"  He moved out of the forest and to the grove where the pair was still laying their bodies coated in ash and smeared with the char of the plants around them.  He sighed hobbling over to them as his mount followed slowly.  He nudged one, she must have been spent.  He looked down at them and for a moment almost felt pity, but then it was gone.  He had to give the young priest some credit, she must have had a powerful reserve of mana to sustain both of them for so long.  Shrugging, he grunted and felt very weak, he barked a few orders to his mount who then laid down allowing itself to be loaded up with the pair.  Carrying them nearly broke the undead, neither were very heavy, but the massive amount of wounds that his body had sustained were making them harder to handle.  He grunted and groaned as he carried Anoria first to the undead saberfang, making sure to get a good feel of the night elf's bust before tying her to the saberfang's back, making sure to tighten the ropes securely so that she had no hope of possibly breaking the bonds.<br/><br/>Turning back around, the undead looked down at Kynrind and shook his head.  He spit upon her before lifting her up and placing her in front of the saberfang, tying her arms bout the beast's neck as he had no fear of her possibly awakening and strangling the beast as it had no need for air, then tied her legs around the front as well so her ass would be forcably pointed upward.  He mounted after that grunting in the pain of movement now and sat still with his cargo in tow.  He whipped the reins around and told the saberfang to head home.  If Kynrind happened to awake before they arrived the first thing she would awake to would be the hardness of the undead against her.  Silven couldn't think of a better punishment for the bitch whom had given him such a challenging hunt.