Dimitri Volkov; Others

Dimitri rode to the gate, the unconscious Lark in front of him. "Pozvol'te mne! Let me in!" He shouted. Immediately, the gate was unlocked and he rode in, not taking even a moment to wait for Mikhail.

Dimitri entered the house, carrying Lark. "Ona byla atakovana. Gde Viktor? She was attacked. Where's Viktor?" He said to Adrian. "Vnizu. Downstairs." Adrian replied.

Upon entering the basement, Viktor immediately took Lark from his brother's arms and brought her to a room with medical equipment. He began cleaning the wounds. Thankfully, the arrow had not pierced any of her organs, but it had caused her to lose a large amount of blood. Viktor would have to give her some of his blood. He didn't have all the right equipment, but that didn't stop him. He continued working on his cousin, carefully but quickly.

Dimitri walked back upstairs and sat on the couch, sighing. "Ia dolzhen ostanovit ee. I should have stopped her." He said regretfully.

Mikhail Bakunin

Riding Koyla back, Mikhail followed after the two Russians while keeping a close lookout around them. And when they reached the house, he trailed after Dimitri without question - or permission, for that matter.

Leaving the horse outside, the tall man made his way into the house, after Lark's cousin, and proceeded down the steps after them. Mikhail stood a little off to the side, watching now as Viktor began to work on Lark, studying the man's movements and they way he worked, and judging his skills. Mikhail was a seasoned field medical officer, though he didn't mention this yet. It looked as though Viktor was handling things well enough.

Viktor Volkov

Viktor had just finished transferring much of his blood to Lark and was now finished. He was slightly dizzy after giving so much blood. He almost didn't notice Mikhail as he walked out the door. "Ona utra deiatel'nosti. She's waking up." He said calmly as he walked up the stairs.

Dimitri, seeing his brother, bolted down the stairs and shoved past Mikhail, standing at his cousin's side. "Lark? Mozhete li vy slyshite menia? Can you hear me?" He asked.

Lark could hear her cousin, but she didn't open her eyes. "Mne khotelos' by, net. I wish I couldn't." She replied quietly and tiredly. Yes, she was back.

Mikhail Bakunin

Still, the man remained silent as he stood passively near a wall, a single eye roving from one Volkov to the next. "Vy kvalificirovany. You're skilled.' When he finally did speak, he made his comment to Viktor, casual as it was informative. Then attention shifted to Dimitri and Lark once more, "Est' li chto - nibud', chto ja mogu sdelat'? Is there anything I can do?' Best to keep on their good side, at least until he spoke with his leader. These people were certainly intelligent and skilled, and he didn't see any reason to have them as enemies at this point.

Lark Volkov

Lark glanced up at Mikhail, her eyes barely open. "Prosto pogovorit' menia sdelat' chto-libo glupo chova. Just talk me out of doing anything stupid again." She replied with a faint smile.

Dimitri watched Lark and Mikhail suspiciously. It peeved him that his cousin was paying more attention to this stranger. Of course, Dimitri certainly hadn't done a lot to earn Lark's respect. In fact, he had done some things to lose her respect.

Mikhail Bakunin

A half-smirk graced his features, along with a light scoff in his words, "Vozmozhno legche skazat' chem sdelat'." Perhaps easier said than done.' This woman vaguely reminded him of Shasta, though that woman was even more of a handful.

The man's eye switched to Dimitri now, while his voice dropped into a more formal, serious tone, "Dimitri, ja mogu govorit' s Vami konfidencial'no? Dimitri, can I speak to you in private?"

Dimitri Volkov

Dimitri, or Dima, as he was known among family, nodded to Mikhail silently. He walked just out the door, out of Lark's hearing range if they talk quietly. He didn't want to get too far from his cousin, though.

Mikhail Bakunin

As they moved out of the room, Mikhail gave a quick look around, just to be sure no one else was listening in. "Dimitri, I would like to propose an offer." The man had switched languages now, dropping his tone into a quiet and serious way, "I am not sure what Lark may or may not have told you, but I am part of an organization in this Valley. We are looking for allies."

Dimitri Volkov

Dimitri listened to Mikhail, glancing at Lark every now and then. She seemed to be doing alright for the time being. He then looked back at Mikhail. "Tell me more about this organization." He replied plainly. It didn't surprise him that Lark hadn't told him about the ATHA. She was always very secretive.

Mikhail Bakunin

Ah, so she hadn't said anything about it? She was more trustworthy than he originally thought. The faint grin reappeared when he inquired about the group, "Atroe Hunting and Trapping Alliance; I'm sure you've heard about it? We mostly deal with controlling wanted animals in the Valley." Mikhail explained casually, before going deeper into information that most others weren't privillaged to hear, "There are other... aspects of ATHA though. We are invested in protecting the Valley from more than just wild animals."

Dimitri Volkov

Dimitri seemed deep in thought, trying to decide if this was a good idea or not. His brothers had often praised him for his ability to make the best decisions. He sighed, glancing at Lark before looking back at Mikhail. "Yeah, Adrian told me something about that. I guess we could start an alliance." He always had to ask himself what was best for his family. This appeared to be the best choice.