The pit bull was quite exhausted by the time she reached the Woodland Farm, but her breed was built on strength and endurance. Once she was close enough to the house, she released her pack mate's scruff and began to bark loudly, her blunt muzzle facing the house. Then she stood protectively near Fallen, making sure that she was not attacked by enemies before the humans helped her.

The one-legged falcon perched herself on a branch along the timberline. By now, she had more or less gotten use to balance on her single limb. Sharp-eyed and observant, she'd make sure her friends weren't attacked without fair warning.

The black heap fell limp as the pit bull let her down. She was completely unconcious and still losing blood fast. Though even in her deathlike sleep, she was still in very much pain.

Skeil looked anxiously at the house, then to Fallen, "Hang in there, Fallen... fight it!" The dog whispered as she reached her blunt muzzle down to lick her friend's neck, trying to staunch the bleeding somewhat.

Just then, Bullet arrived, carrying his paralyzed daughter with him. Carefully, he set her down near Fallen, his eyes full of distress. He began to pace between the two injured canines, touching his muzzle to each of them, lingering a moment and moving to the other. His mind was in a frantic daze, unsure of what he sould do. Bullet tried his best to console both of them, though Fallen was now unconcious.

Lasher tried to sit up, but her front legs would slip and she fall to her side again, yelping and crying. Now matter what she did, she could not move her hind limbs.

Mesa bobbed her head, looking mournfully on the scene that played out on the yard. She knew there was still another pup to come, and for another it was already too late. The casualties were all too high this time.

Just coming from the Barn where she mended an adolescent hybrid, the Lady now hurried to her front yard. Bullet was recognized right away, by both Starlit Eyes and the Lady. Moving slowly, she approached Fallen first, who seemed to be the most critical as far as life and death went. With Starlit there as protection incase the pit bull or Bullet should attack, the lady went to work.

Her first task was to find the main source of bleeding in Fallen's neck, and repair any large veins that she could. Once that was taken care of, she closed the wound up altogether. Next a bandage was placed on, which was laced with antibiotic chemicals. They not only worked to fight of bacteria, but also provided a terribly bitter taste that would hopefully keep other canines from trying to chew the bandages off Fallen. She gave the wolfess an anti-shock medicine as well, hoping to put off the shut down of organs or anything like that. Now, it was up to Fallen to see if she had gotten help in time. The lady held Fallen's front leg, feeling for a pulse there. She would wait a few minutes and try to gage how strong the wolf's heart was, and if she needed further medication to keep her alive.

Fanta set Desmon next to the other pups as though he was a newborn. " Hold on Desmon. You can live." Fanta encouraged the pup, her words so soft that only the pup could hear. Fanta watched as the woman took away Fallen hoping they were right about this human. Fanta then looked at Starlit eyes and kept her eyes on the dog feeling specious about her, she never came to trust humans. But now she had to trust this woman.

The black banshee had a cut in her jugular. The bandages were put on nicely but when the woman went to feel the pulse it was slightly softer then it should have been. Fallen had lost too much blood. Though she was able to breath a little easier now, that pain had gone away, however she was still unconcious. She would probably live, but she wouldn't be able to move for a bit until her body was fully healed.

Lyckos slowly moved towards the house of the Lady. He was trying to be as gentle as he could for Sequioa, who was mainly on his back and partially on his brothers. He could feel her blood on his coat, he injuries weren't very nice. Her breathing was laboured and he was panicing. He soon arrived, with Kalion next to him. He came alongside Skeil and Bullet. He slowly and carefully crouched down and gently slid Sequioa off his back onto the soft grass. He licked her head, trying to comfort her, if she was still concious.

Kalion helped slip Sequioa off his brothers back as softly as he could. When she was down, he layed down next to her, trying to keep her warm whilst the Lady worked on Fallen.

Lyckos just stood, watching the casualties and feeling their pain. He could only imagine what they were going through... Stay with us Sequioa.

Sequioa whimpered softly as she felt the grass fester her leg. Her body was beginning to grow numb and the voice of Lyckos barely registered. She could feel Kalion next to her and she whispered, her voice hoarse "Dont...Need help. Perfect...Perfectly fine." She wasnt though and she knew it. She could see all the bodies around her, all of them just black masses and lumps. "Kalion.....Can't....Breathe." The loss of blood and shock were setting in. Wickeds teeth had sunk through the muscle tissue and had struck bone. When the black and white wolfess had torn away she had taken a large chunk of Sequioa with her. Her eyes were open but glazed over as she shuddered. "It....hurts." Her breath grew shallow and another soft whimper escaped her. Then all was black as she faded to unconsiosness.

Kalion listened hard as Sequioa whispered. Her breathing was bad, and she was fading. He began to panic. Trying to keep her as warm as possible, Kalion kept whispering encouragment. Stay with me Sequioa. Please. Then he really began to panic. She said she couldnt breathe. He felt her shudder and he knew she wasn't going to last much longer without help. He could barely hear her breathing now, then she wimpered before falling unconcious. She fell limp as her world went black. No! Sequioa, Wake up! He began to bark, loudly. Sequioa needed the Lady. He nuzzled her, trying to bring her back still whispering to her.

Lyckos also began to bark. The Lurkers had suffered many casualties, the all needed help and many were on deaths door. This would be an attack the Lurkers wouldn't forget.

Starlit grew tense as even more arrived, all carrying the familiar scent of the Lurkers with them. "My master will do what she can. The healthy must stand back now, though." The hybrid decided against giving them warnings, for there was no way she could hope to back up her words if they did decide to attack. Though she doubted they would.

For a moment, the Lady hovered over Fallen, her eyes furrowed in concern. But at last, she pulled back. She would have to keep a very close eye on the wolf.
Seeing Sequioa fading fast, the Lady moved to her next. The first task was to stop all of the bleeding by stitching up the wound, taking care to seal any large blood vessels that needed repair. Then she cleaned the wound as thoroughly as possible before closing it up all together and wrapping a bandage around it. She was worried still, for an injury that penatrated to the bone was very dangerous for infection, and despite the lady's use of stong antibiotics, the risk of infection still lingered. Sequioa was then given a shot that would help to stimilate her lungs and heart and hopefully keep her from cardiac or respiratory arrest. Like Fallen, the Lady waited to be sure that the medications worked.

Fanta whimpered when she saw the other dog slip away. " NO!" Fanta wailed her heart in her throat, choking for a second. " We can't loose another member!" Fanta said softly. They had lost a few already, a few betrayed them, and now Fallen more members were weak, dying.

Lyckos did as Starlight said and began to back off. He stood and watched the Lady at work, glad that she could do something to stop his fellow pack members slipping away.

Kalion did not want to let Sequioa go but he knew that he should so the Lady could do her work. He un-curled himself from Sequioa and stood, backing away a few steps as he watched to see if the Lady's treatment had worked. He whispered gently, Come on Sequioa..Please.

She could feel the others prescence as the lady worked on her. Soon her breathing became regular but weak. She would live and pull through but a harsh blow would be taken to her pride. She did not take kindly to be taken care of. Her eyes opened for a moment and she looked over her shoulder at Kalion, his features blurring and splitting in two. "So numb..." She whispered softly. "She keeps calling me." With that she rested her head back to the earth and sighed. Images of her mother passed through her memory along with other things from her past. Things best left untouched.

Kalion breathed a sigh of relief when Sequioa lifted her head. She turned to look at him and he moved forward a few steps to gently nuzzle the top of her head to comfort her. It'll be ok Sequioa.

The Labradane was taken aback when she said "She keeps calling me". Who was "She"? Sequioa, who keeps calling you? He lay down next to her, so that she didn't feel alone and knew someone was there for her.

With Sequioa no longer in immediate danger of dying, the lady moved to treat Desmon. She could tell right away what the biggest problem was; his heart and lungs were running out of room to function. Taking out a sharp-pointed intrument, she punctured a second part of his chest, allowing the excess air and blood to get out, and for the collapsed lung to return to normal. She was baffled by all the paint on him, and that only made things worse as far as trying to get him clean and lessen the chances of infection. Glancing to the adults, the Lady carefully picked up Desmon and Lasher and carried them inside.

Starlit stood up, putting herself between her master and the rest of the pack, "She'll bring your pups out when she is finished with them; don't worry." Her eyes fell to Sequoia and Fallen, "We should move them to the Barn, where they'll be protected from the elements. My master will provide food and special care for them there as well, until they are well enough to leave."

Inside the house, the lady cleaned all the paint from the pups and finished putting bandages on Desmon. She placed the pup in a small pen, just so she could keep an eye on him for the first few hours. Then she turned her attention Lasher, being as careful as she could with the pup. After giving her a light sedative, the lady felt along the youngster's back. It seemed that some of the vertabrae were broken, which was a very bad sign. Still, she couldn't be for sure. After cleaning the wounds, she wrapped Lasher's midsection in bandage. Then she went on to apply a hardening agent to the bandage so that it was like a cast. She put Desmon in the same pen and sat down in a nearby chair to read. Every few minutes, she would look over and see how they were doing. And about every half hour, she would be out to check on the adult wolves.

Fanta agreed but she looked at her other pack mates. " We should, it looks like brutal weather might soon come." Fanta said waiting to see if Desmon would come out with the lady, but he was really hurt it could be a while before he could come home.

Kalion nodded. He stood up and gently nuzzled Sequioa. We're going to take you to the barn now, You'll be safe there.

Lyckos moved over towards his brother and pack mate and crouched down. Once again Kalion pulled Sequioa onto Lyckos' back, standing next to him incase she slid off. They waited for the others to move.

Bullet watched the Lady with critical eyes as she took Lasher and Desmon inside. He wanted to rush in after her and watch everything she did, just to make sure; but he knew he couldn't. He also knew that she had been trustable in the past, so he would have to stay back and let her work. Nodding to Fanta and Starlit's advice, Bullet moved to help Fallen. Seeing how to the two brothers were doing it, Bullet crouched down while Skeil pulled Fallen over the hybrid's back.

Slowly, they made their way to the Barn.

Fanta followed slowly behind the rest, hoping that Desmon would be alright.