Volkov

Viktor lay on the floor of the abandoned house. He was bleeding from his head, but it was barely visible through his black hair. On his back was a series of cuts in the shape of a dragon, an I, and an A, the mark of the Akatasukis. He was obviously the victim of an attack.

White

White finished talking to sirius. and had agreed to find the male his home but till he could walk okay he wouldn't be going far without some help.

aphrodite approached the human and began putting healing herbs over his body again

White told aph that she was gonna try to find another human

Noah

Noah walked quietly through the forest, he came out on a bridge overlooking a gorgeous little creek. He leaned on the rial and smiled down at his reflection. His sandy brownish blond hair was unkempt and poking out in odd directions. He had decided to not where a shirt today just for the heck of it. And boooy he had major abs and guns. Not to mention he was nice and skinny. he wore torn up looking jeans and carried his daypack on his back with his bow in his hand.

Viktor Volkov

Viktor's blue eyes opened and he glanced out the door. He could see somebody standing on the bridge in the distance. He pulled out his knife and slowly stood up, just standing there. He pulled on his trenchcoat to hide the cuts on his back. "Kto vy?" It didn't occur to him that he was speaking in Russian and that Noah might not know Russian.

White

White was sitting with asylum who had declined in health very quickly.She didn't want to loose her sister but it didn't look too good When she heard the man stand and speak she watched him. IF he stumbled or something she would force him back into bed.

Aphrodite was watching this other person and she growled angerly. It was one thing to take in an injured man but for a healthy man to come onto their land didn't please her.

Katerinka; Mika; Nikolai; Dimitri

The group of four came to the bridge, having been told that their brother had been killed here. Of course, they believed they were lied to, as Viktor was, in their eyes, too tough to be killed even by the Akatsukis. Katerinka motioned for the group to slow down. "Chances are they have a trap here. Tread lightly." She whispered. Since Viktor was in a house across the bridge, they hadn't noticed him yet.

With them came a few dogs and a group of caimans.

White Feathers

White Was patrolling her terratory when she saw them and she growled her tail up and her fur raised.

Mikhail & Others

While Ethan and most of the hunting pack had split to follow the rest of the Volkovs to their house, Mikhail and three of the canines remained behind to seek out the missing Victor. Below them, the mud-brown waters were roaring by, lashing with foam and filled with giant limbs, trees, and other crushing debris. To fall in now would be suicide.

"And watch your step on this bridge. It is very old." The Russian remarked, raising his voice just enough to be heard over the angry river below, but so that it didn't carry beyond those traveling in the group. "Unless he managed to reach shore shortly after being thrown in, I doubt he is living. Our best chance is to search the area around here."

White Feathers

White watched the humans and canines and her tail was above her back. She lowered her head as they grew closer and bared her fangs angerly at them.

Katerinka

Kat nodded slowly, feeling a pang of anxiety upon hearing that her brother is probably dead. With a sorrowful sigh, she made her way down the bridge. She could see a stranger standing there, but thought nothing of it. She knew it wasn't Viktor.

Eventually, they passed the middle of the bridge, at which point they saw the house. They walked ahead to search it, and possibly find temporary shelter from the flood and rain. They soon noticed the wolves. They didn't make eye contact and took a submissive pose, not wanting to get in any trouble with the wild canines.

Viktor walked out of the house, blood running from head head down his face. "Kto vy i chto vy khotite? - Who are you and what do you want?" He asked, obviously in a state of a sort of delirium. It may look like it was just from the concussion now, but truthfully, he was suffering from a staph infection.

White

White, Aphrodite stood on his right while the depressed sickly looking asylum stood on the other.Her eyes held pain and sadness. White bared her fangs the new humans.

Mikhail & Others

"Your family is here." Mikhail said evenly, keeping his distance from the man. Having experience being a field medic, the Russian had an eye for spotting illness and problems, and it took no more than a glance at Victor, noting his complextion and behavior, to come up with a possible diagnosis. "Your leader is suffering from demensia of some sort. I would venture to say he has a septic wound, judging by his looks and that fact that the Akatsuki delt with him."

Katerinka

Kat looked at her quadruplet brother uneasily, then back at Mikhail. All her hope went down the drain when he spoke. "You mean..." She couldn't finish her sentence, since her throat tightened when she saw the blood dripping from Viktor's ear. She walked closer, taking a good look at him. "I don't know, but I think his skull is fractured. And if he's got an infection, that's at least two things we have to deal with." Her voice was shaky, as she tried to keep her cool, but she wanted so badly to just break down.

"Fractured?!" Viktor exclaimed, this time in English. He was coming back, but at the same time, getting worse. "Kto vy i chto vy khotite? - Who are you and what do you want?" He repeated. After a long pause, leaving his sister confused, he finished the loop. "Fractured?!" He said once again.

Katerinka could see that Viktor was getting dizzy. "He's getting worse. He needs help." She said to Mikhail.

White

She growled angerly getting nervous about these humans being near her home.

Asylum the sickly female soon just lied down.

Mikhail & Others

Normally, a swift strike in the head with the butt of his gun was the prefered method for knocking someone out and dragging them to wherever they needed to be taken too. But since it was clear that the man was already suffering from some sort of head trauma, and delusion on top of that, Mikhail wasn't about to hit him there. Without chlorophorm or sedatives, he had no easy solution to the problem, aside from trying to talk Victor into cooperation.

"Menja zovut Mikhail Bakunin, i ja - vash sojuznik." 'My name is Mikhail Bakunin, and I am an ally of yours.' This was the first thing that he said, squarely answering the other's questions in a neutral, calm voice. "Ja nuzhdajus' v Vas, chtoby idti so mnoj. Vy sdelaete eto?" 'I need you to come with me. Will you do that?'

Viktor Volkov

Viktor looked at Mikhail, reaching up to wipe the blood from his face. He could vaguely remember Mikhail and the others, as if he was having deja vu. "Da..." 'Yes...' He said slowly, taking a few cautious steps forward. "Kuda my idem?" 'Where are we going?' He then asked.

White

She growled but backed off when the other stepped forward.She nudged asylum but she wouldn't stand.