Bullet & Mesa

Bullet was still troubled over Laporta's death, but he had at least returned one back to Aaka... sort of. Standing up and giving his fur a good shake, the hybrid gave a soft woof, then looked around to see if Sasha were nearby.

Mesa fluttered down near Bullet and fell to her side with an irritable squawk. Fumbling a moment, she righted herself on one leg and began to angrily preen at her ruffled feathers. "Stupid wolf..." She hissed under her breath, still getting use to having only one leg. Well, at least she still had her life.

Ino

Another bird shot from the sky to the ground. She hopped on the ground then wheeled around to come face to face with Bullet. She was silent for a bit then bowed her head. "If you know Risen please, come with me..." She looked up and wenced at Mesa's missing foot. "uh..." -don't stare don't stare.- "Risen is in trouble, as well as a pup. Wolves are trying to attack both her and the pup." She turned and headed for the Downtown area.

Bullet & Mesa

He was startled by the appearance of the bird, but not alarmed. Giving Mesa a quick glance, meaning to say, 'don't eat this one', he turned back to Ino. "Risen? Shoot..." The big hybrid scrambled up without hesitation, "Thanks."

Mesa eyed the bird hungrily, but she obeyed her wolfish friend and didn't attack. "We don't even know her..." The falcon said hastily, but Bullet didn't hear her words, for he was already dashing out of the Den. Springing akwardly into the air, Mesa flapped after him.