With a barely audible sigh of disgust, Makoda made a decision. Moving with a strange hop over Trickster, she approached the broken Werefox first. Striking like a snake, her right hand came out and grabbed the girl by her arm. Instantly a warm and peaceful feeling hit the girl, calming her long enough for Makoda to heal her hurts. Her nostrils flared briefly as she found just how hurt the girl was both in body and spirit.<br/><br/>The dark, shadowy mark upon the girl fought briefly with Makoda’s healing Magick until she got pissed enough with it to surround the spot in a cocoon, but not touch it. She tucked away in her mind to find the source of that particular Magick later and discover just what it was. For now, the Werefox was needing her full attention. During all of this, she never spoke a word, and the Werefox would find the grip on her arm, while gentle, very secure.<br/><br/>Trickster’s ears perked briefly when Makoda hopped over him and he watched her move to the Fox Child. At least she was focused on something momentarily. He relaxed only slightly as he slunk up behind her. His eyes darting everywhere and his nose sniffing and sorting the various smells of the place. Besides an overwhelming smell of mass amounts of Gremlins, he soon had sorted the other creatures staying in the vicinity of The Inn. The Kitsune scent wrapped and tangled with another had him the most worried of the creatures here. The Dark One would be easily snuffed if needed, and the others were more common varieties of their respected species and no concern.<br/><br/>Trickster gave a distaining snort. These children playing at games they have no business playing. Only two were old enough to know better, but he chalked it up to mass amounts of immaturity overwhelming their better senses. Hie eyes came back to the Wolf Child and a low, almost inaudible, growl rumbled in his chest. That one would also bear watching, not because he was a Were, but more for the natural scents he gave off that confused feminine minds beyond good reason.<br/><br/>Knowing he wouldn’t disturb Makoda in her Healing State, Trickster started rubbing against her legs, looking much like a cat around its Master’s feet trying to get attention. After a few minutes of that, he moved back and sat guard behind her, ever watchful of the going ons. Now to see if the Wolf Child’s ability can work now….<br/>