<div class="floatleft">(http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3482/3214552296_e139304368_z.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Ahote Yiska Baudouin.<br/>"Restless one, the night has passed, brave friend."<br/>Although most of the time he simply goes by Yiska just to make things easier.<br/><br/><strong>Location</strong>: The Crones Grove<br/><br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:  Matthew<br/><br/><strong>Time and Action</strong>:  evening around 10:00 pm Talking with Matthew<br/><hr/>As Matthew stood and began to move forward Yiska gently placed hand on Matthews shoulder as the stepped in front of him and turned to look into the man's eyes.  "You are a strong and proud man but I can see in your eyes just how exhausted you are.  You will not be a burden to me.  In what ever animal form I take on I take on their full strengths and abilities.  At least the ones that I know well and have been practicing for years.  And if you think you can manage to walk you should be able to manage to hold onto my mane as you ride.  And if you need to stop and rest along the way we shall do so.  I am not about to let you wander around in the forest in our weakened condition.  Not now... not when things are finally beginning to come together for us."<br/><br/>Yiska stood there with one hand still on Matthew's shoulder looking deeply into the mans eyes once again lifting his free hand to caress the side of his handsome face.  In a softer tone he said, "Please Matthew... If I have to I shall simply pick you up in my arms and carry you all the way to town and to hell with what people might think should they happen to be up and about this late at night.  All that matters to me is that you make it home safe and sound."<br/><br/>The indian was completely serious in what he had been saying.  As the deep concern in his eyes would show.  Matthew had simply over extended himself just as Miss Kenna had earlier in the day by exercising her powers to such a great extent.  And Yiska knew what over doing it could do to a body having been in that same situation on several occasions himself with nary a sole around who might give him any sort of aid.