Heavy and hot the breath, land disappearing under paws as the beast of an akhlut would race to his borders, long the limbs that allowed the Sage to cross many miles in short hours. He still felt the guilt in his chest for kidnapping her, though that guilt was made small. She could hate him for this, he didn't care about that. His biggest concern was the state of Margaret, the she wolf had been comatose for days. It was now well past a month from the time she'd become injured on the border, and she still hadn't shown signs of waking.

The valkyrie had daughters, two of them, old enough to not need her milk, but old enough to need a mother's love, even with their adopted father's presence. Shuddering as he watched the carnage left behind by the flashflood appear with each quick step, agitated the growl that ripped out of him. There was still so much to do to clean the territory, dead to bury and injuries to dress. His mind was muddled by many things, but his pace slowed as he approached home, rumbling greetings to the few knights and corps members he passed out with their greenhorns, to clean up, locate, or train.

The air still held a chill, though the promise of spring and summer was quickly approaching the mountain homestead, the Five Sisters towering over head in silent guard of the group. None stopped them, though curious the gaze sent towards the island fox held in Auberon's jaws, various the reactions. The group had no active enemies at the time of the capture, he could practically feel the electric excitement spreading like wildfire among the bodies that soon followed after him.

Trotting into the main camp, surveying the damage, he would carry Moth over to a boulder that had survived most of the flashflood, though mud covered a good portion of it and splintered wood sat at the bottom. He had run through a day and a night to bring her here, his muscles screaming as he finally allowed himself to rest. "Everyone! Get your fuzzy asses over here!", he barked out with a dry cough, gaze on Moth. She was a long way from her own home, and he wanted to impress on everyone that she was not to be harmed.

[member=17067]ONEHEART[/member] [member=17611]moth[/member] //
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A grunt would escape the akhlut, standing by the boulder, Sebastian's voice washing over the Sage, followed by One's own. The quiet presences of his groupmates were enough to tell him they were all re-living the flashflood that had wreaked havoc upon their home. The subdued air around them .... he did not like this. The capture might bring morale to some of the more blood thirsty, few that they were, but the aid of another healer was necessary in this situation.

Clearing his throat as he looked to the clearly exhausted Moth, his gaze softened in slight sympathy before it was gone, "This is Moth, a woman with great medical skill. She is not to be harmed - in fact, she is to be treated with respect and dignity. She has been brought here to help us with Margaret's injuries. If you harm a hair upon her, there will be punishment for going against my rules. Moth is a capture, until the time that Margaret's eye has been attended, and if Oneheart needs the aid, until everyone's injuries are looked after.", he would speak in a solemn voice, gaze cutting over everyone. "We are far from the other groups - she is far from home, and I have promised her that she will be taken back home once her work is done here.", he would continue to speak.

"Moth is allowed free reign of our camp and territory, and is to be treated as one of us until it is time for her to go home.", he barked, "I entrust Moth to you, Oneheart, do as you need and help her get settled in. Horizon and Sebastian, I expect you to pass the information along to those you see who are not in attendance now.", he would gruff, nodding his head to the Knight and Greenhorn.