A fine mist surrounded Aerynnel, and when it cleared, a woman stood there once again. Lakota came up next to Aerynnel, placing her nose in her hand in a gesture of greeting, whimpering in pain and Aerynnel instinctively laid a hand on the wolf's back to soothe her. She didn't show any emotion, one way or another toward any of the others. "I am Aerynnel and this is Lakota," she said.<br/><br/>"Are any of you badly injured?" she called out, before squatting down to assess Lakota's wounds. She watched the teiflings out of the corner of her eye and noted the expediency at which the tailed things were looting the dead. Aerynnel sighed inwardly.<em>Greed is such a disgusting trait.</em>And she frowned as she made a mental note to herself to be wary of those two.<br/><br/>Satisfied that Lakota would live, she stood up again, gazing out over the scene of the ambush. This must have been the intruders she was tracking. At least they would be trespassing no longer.