Word Count :: 589(+5) :: Set after the guardians beat Saxif And Shiloh for not showing submission towards Maska. Set around the stables. I suppose that Saxif's horse will be close by...and the first two paragraphs are optional to read.

Blood. The smell could reach her nose, even though she knew there was no blood anywhere around. The sound of fangs being forced into living flesh. Maws that closed with an audible snap. Growls. Whines. All of this was percieved by the Medic as she tried to shush them away from her head, her claws digging on her face. Her beautyful, green eyes were hidden by her thick eyelids. Her muzzle, wrinkled, showed her lethal fangs, in a gesture that couls only mean frustration, despair. All of this was happening under her nose and she could do anything to stop it but to stay behind. A single wolf could not stop an army. This though made her release her frustration in a piercing scream, which luckly would not be heard by anybody. Once she did so, she looked up, opening her eyes again, just to find the peaceful forest before her. Her pants were audible, but she tried to calm herself. She felt tired, but she was not in the mood to just lay there and sleep. She just couldn't. She felt that if she did it she would have nightmares.

Kali was with her, laying beside her and resting her ghostly head on the other's leg. Luna, of course, couldn't feel the whole contact, only having the sensation of a cold spot there where the ghost touched her, but she didn't care. She held her triquetra charm with even more force, feeling the metal hurt her pads as it was forced against them. Screaming had been a good way to relieve the tension, but that sensation of impotence still lingered there. Anyways, she could not stay there forever. As she had said in the pack meeting, she would limit to her duties. Attend to the injured ones. And with the recent events she didn't doubt that there were several of them. Sighing, she stood up, Kali doing the same and moving along with her as the first one stretched and made her way towards the Village, where all her supplies were. She had to have everything prepared. If everybody came out alive from this, then it would be a miracle itself. She ddn't know the pack known as Crimson Dreams, but if somebody had gone there for protection, then it meant that it was a pack capable to protect themselves and others. In a few words, a powerful pack.

Overwhelmed by her thoughts was the masked wolfess when she reached the Villages outskirts. Something inside of her told her that something was not going on well, and it had nothing to do with the terrible act that was taking place out there. No, there was something equally horrible happening here in AniWaya, her home. Not loosing time, she hurried her pace towards the planting fields, passing by her hut, as if it was just another building. Her eyes were focused on the land before her. Then, the smell of another wolf reached her nose. Shiloh. Her heart began to pound harder against her ribs, and she felt as if the distance between her and her friend was getting longer and longer, even though now she was running at her top speed. And her two legged form didn't help a lot either. As she neared the stables, Shiloh's smell began to make stronger, carrying something else with it. Something that had been stalking the masked woman since the announcement of a war was made. Blood. Her lungs filled with air once more, this time for something else than breathing.

"SHILOH!"

Luna lives "Luna says" Luna thinks "Ghost says"

Word Count :: 240 :: XD

She felt like she had been in there forever. Her mate out of her view. The scarred girl's blood filled her nostrils like a sick tease that had made her fight her restraints until they bled and she felt she needed to rest. She could hear Jager beating against his stall he seemed to be growing weary as well. Her trusted steed didn't want her master in such a distress. The fight played in her head over and over, memorizing every movement of the wolf who threatened her mate's life. His life now would be on the brink of the Spirit World as she was now his hunter. He her prey. A growl escaped her throat from time to time as she thought of him. Then she would refocus herself trying to ensure her Shiloh was still breathing.

The soft wheezes of the unconscious female became her calm. She shut her eyes praying, hoping someone would hear. As time passed her body was calm, she heard the approach of someone. Her ears perked, she wanted to call out but was wondering if it was a guardian. Then the voice was apparent as she hollered her mate's name. Saxif's voice carried from the back of the stables, her body bound firmly to a stall's beam. Luna?! Oh Great Spirit thank you for your divine mercy. She whispered the last sentence upward. Luna! Please! Help her! I can't... I can't lose her.

She walks. She talks. She thinks.

Word Count :: 412(+2) :: Luna will not be away for too long. I'll let the mates to have some interaction while Luna returns, k?

Her calling got an answer, but not from the wolf that she had expectd. Saxif had been the one to answer. It meant that she was also there, with Shiloh. Finally, the stable came to view, and she entered it without hesitation, just to find with a scene that she would have preferred to die before witnessing. Saxif and Shiloh, mangled in the floor and blood everywhere. For a few seconds the brunette just stood there, not moving, her eyes as widely opened as an owl's, but soon she jumped into action. She kneeled beside Saxif first, who was still conscious and who's injuries weren't as serious. "Saxif. It is ok. I'm here..." Her hands untied the rope that surrounded the woman's lean body, trying not to touch the whip marks that contrasted with the soft color of her pelt. But the grave one wasn't the female before her, so her attention didn't linger on the blonde for much more. Instead, she turned towards the scarred girl, who had apparently passed out because of her wounds.

Making a quick list of the damages, the Kunikoti put her hands to work. First, she tore a piece of her skirt to use it as a gauze. With it, she cleaned most of the blood from her wounds. Secondly, she focused on her bones. The damage in the ankle was the most noticeable and the one that called Luna's attention first. Dark fingers surronded the limb carefully and felt the tore bones underneath the skin. She then forced the bones to their original positions, producing a loud snap which would have made anybody flinch, but not her. Her hands continued to travel towards the ribcage, palping it, looking for more broken bones. Luckly, these bones disn't suffer much damage. She found what was wrong and within seconds all of the girl's broken bones were but i their place. Only leaving the open wounds to be treated. Grabbing the blood stained cloth, she looked at Saxif. No emotion could be seen in her eyes other than determination as she summoned the blonde. "Saxif, i do not have my stuff here. I want you to apply pressure to her wounds." She showed her friend how to do it in one of Shiloh's deeper wounds. "Prevent her from loosing too much blood, I'll be back soon." And with those words, she stood up and left the stables. She didn't want to be away from Shiloh for too long.

Luna lives "Luna says" Luna thinks "Ghost says"

Word Count :: 293 :: Assuming Luna untied Saxif to see her wounds.

When the bounds had been released Saxif could feel her body relieved. The anger inside was rising again knowing she was no longer locked. She kept herself calm, kept herself there for her mate though. She kind of pushed Luna's fussing away from herself. Not me, just look after Shiloh. Saxif made it to the side of her mate her stomach churning and twisting from the sight. The blood and the nature of her wounds was not what made her sick, it was just the thought that her mate could die. It was the same feeling she felt when Ayasha had informed her that she was injured by the rapist she still had yet to find. Her mate has been through so much and it scared her that she didn't have it in her to survive another one.

She rubbed her hair as Luna worked, the noise of the bone crack startled her. It was a noise she was use to (common hunting sound) but to hear it come from her mate's body caused her body to lurch. Quickly she emptied the contents of her belly when she rushed away from her side. She rubbed the rest off her maw the action settling her into a more calm state. Her belly ached less her mind cleared more. She knew Shiloh was in good hands and soon she would be able to exact her revenge. I swear to you my love they will pay for their crimes. When Luna asked her to pack the wound Saxif complied with no hesitation. When Luna was gone she spoke to her pained mate. Shi-babe, you can't leave me now... I need you. Please hang in there, please hold on for me. I love you so damn much.

She walks. She talks. She thinks.