[[ Wow! Lots happened since I was gone. Sorry, I went out jet skiing for the whole day

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Lakota Many-More wrote:"I have heard of them, yes, but never seen one. Thank-you for the offer, I do have a few wounds that might need to be looked at." Cylista said, feeling as if she needed to give something in return. She looked at him, wondering what he might possibly need in return. The she-wolf saw a bit of distress in his eyes. Her vocals began once again, "I hope not intrude as to ask if you might tell me what is on your mind, as you seem a bit troubled. I may be able to help, whether it to mediate or just get it off your conscience." The she wolf shook her head soon after, "If you would not like to share that is quite alright."
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Well... I suppose I could tell you. My pack-" Ayet's voice was cut off upon hearing the painful howls of Torka, and the loud, sinister voice of something calling his name. Fur bristling, he turned to Cylista and said quickly, "
We'll talk later. Something is not right at the camp. Could it be...?"
Chee? He added in his head, grimacing at the thought of her going crazy so soon after being discovered, and attacking little Torka, only a year old. Breaking into a full run, he broke out into the clearing, teeth barred as his lips curled into a full snarl, and a loud growl rose in his throat. First, his eyes caught Torka, scorched and burnt. Then, they shifted to find who was responsible; a small cat-like creature, it's tail engulfed in blue flames. The scent now overwhelmed him, a strong smell of demon.
Ayet crouched down to the ground, eyes narrowing as he approached the demon. His body was nearly bursting with hatred and disgust, and the male wolf proceeded to degrade the demon by spitting on the ground by it's feet. "
You? You sorry excuse for an evil being, be gone! You can't take us all on - we train daily to fight you beasts." Narrowing his eyes, he thought, '
If this comes to a fight, I must know how to beat it. If I knew it's name, I might be able to recall some information about it...' "
I demand that you tell me your name, as you know mine, and why you dare come before the Sawtooth pack, attacking it like this."
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Shrouded by shadows, a large figure with five gleaming eyes sat, gathered by a pool of a continuously running stream, the rocks beneath it cool though the red liquid running through it was hot. Steam danced in the room, coming up from the molten river. In it, he saw Valdis, her paws flaiming as they attacked a small wolf (who looked to be about 1 year old). "
Valdis! What are you doing? Find Ayet; he is the one I want." He hissed, though soon after another smokey figure danced in the air, making him smile. The weak leader of the pack. He would barely be able to stand once Valdis was through with him.