Ageni

It seemed life was closing on the young female. She wanted something more from it and yet she got nothing, but the taste of salty blood in her mouth. She still smiled happily. Enola was alright even thoug Akecheta was insane he was alright on the inside and out. She rested upon the earth her head on her cream paws and blood dripping down her face, shoulder and side. Her small body had grown weaker and she had only stopped at home for a moment. She refused to go to the lady for help. He life was already falling apart, but she didn't care. Others had their own problems and she just wished she could help.

Dusty

Returning to the sight of Ageni's attack, Dusty sought to find and bring the wounded female back to the safety of her pack. From Blade's discription, it didn't sound like she was in shape to last long on her own.

Traveling into the oncoming breeze, Dusty swayed his muzzle left and right and moved in a staggering path to catch as many odors as he could. In this fasion, it wasn't long until he came across the scent of Ageni, mingled with the unmistakable odor of fresh blood. Locked onto his target, the big hybrid set off on a B-line, heading straight for her. And indeed, a few minutes later, he came across the disheveled and wounded she-wolf. "Ageni, there you are!" Dusty barked lightly, making his way along side her. "Your wounds have not be treated... you don't look good." Dusty mentally cursed himself for that, for he knew telling any female she didn't look good wasn't a smart idea, even if he was just speaking about her injuries.

Nightcrawler

Mimicking Dusty's actions, Night surveyed the winds until the scent they were searching for was located. Quiet at first, he stood slightly behind the hybrid as he spoke with their wounded pack member. Then the black wolf came forward and gave her a gentle nudge, trying to help her up, "The others are worried about you." He was rather concerned about her current state, and the wounds she carried from the leopard encounter.

Ageni

She looked up at them with empty eyes and forced a fake smile. "I'm alright, but what about the rest of the pack?" she asked worriedly. She heard Blade speak of Nachi paying a vist a while ago and it made her nervous, but at the moment she could be of no help to anyone.

Nightcrawler

He was skeptical about her claims of being alright, but he didn't push the subject. "They are fine; in fact.." He glanced at Dusty, then looked to Ageni with a bit of a smile, "There are some new additions."

Ageni

She looked up at him, her smile widening. "Nita told me she had pups just before entering the territory. I was leaving at that time. It's pretty out here," she said then looking away and resting her head upon her paws once more taking in deep breaths and feeling the blood rush from her body.

Nightcrawler

He mirrored her smile, tail waving slightly at the happy response this news brought from Ageni. "The scenery is very enjoyable." Night added, taking a quick look around at the waving grasses, but his voice was not so easy and pleasant now. Once more, it sank to a worried note as he took a step closer to the wounded fae, "You need help, Ageni. I can assure you that the lady will not harm you at all. I've been there before; more than once." He added, hoping to reassure her. He knew the human could not heal everyone; a pack member of his had died there. But, many others had been saved by her. Saved from a death that would have come if the old two-legger had not used her strange powers, as Night thought they were, to heal them.

Ageni

She looked up at him with a hopeful stare, and her smile slowly faded. Amber eyes gleaming in the sunlight burning down upon her lovely cream coat now mixed with crimson. She was in bad shape with wounds all over from the cat's claws and fangs. "I know Night, Akecheta went there after being bitten by a snake and she saved him from at lest one of his problems. I don't know if I want to go though. I just don't see why, but I hope you kill that hybrid cat that attacked me," she said with a bitter expression.

Nightcrawler

He looked downward, his eyes lost in concerning thoughts before choosing his next words, "If not for yourself, will you go for the rest of the pack? They want to see you well again, Ageni." Night explained, trying to find some way to encourage her to getting help. Then, he spoke on the second subject, "If it's what you want, I will seek out the cat that hurt you." Nightcrawler wasn't one for revenge killing, but for a maurading hybrid cat that could pose a threat to Ageni, or the rest of the pack, it was a matter of protecting his family from future harm. Looking at it that way, he would kill, or at least try to kill.

Ageni

Ageni nodded standing up to her paws. "Yes, anything for the pack, and I don't want that hybrid to hurt the pups in the pack. It'll eat them if spotted. You should try to get rid of it," she told him lifting her head up to look over the lands only to stumble back down.

Dusty

Leaving Nightcrawler to do the talking, for Dusty wasn't so good at it, he waited until Ageni consented to the woman's help. He didn't blame her for not wanting to go though; he wouldn't either. He came up along her other side, offering himself as support, "We'll take this slow."

Nightcrawler

He offered his support for Ageni as well, for he was strong despite having a smaller, more slender frame than Dusty. "I'll stay with you if you'd like, at the Woodland Farm. Until you're well enough to travel back home." Night offered, in case Ageni had a fear of staying with the human alone.

Ageni

Ageni nodded slowly standing back up and leaning from one way to the next trying to keep her balence. She breathed in deep breaths and started to take a few steps. Her body aching everywhere and the bleeding slowly starting to stop at last. She felt dizzy and the world seemed to spin around beneath her and she was about to fall once more.

Dusty

He held firm, giving Ageni the support she needed to hopefully stop her from falling. "Slow and steady." The wolf said, speaking quietly, still not sure what else to say. Moving through the tall grass at an easy, slow pace, he began to make his way to the Woodland Farm.