"Man has returned."

[braxton]

It is a long, warm, spring day. And it has been a good day for the Chieftain, Chesmu. Border patrol is quiet, the trees are beautiful. But there is something.... unsettling in the Chieftain's heart. Something is wrong, he can just... he can just feel it. He can smell it, perhaps. What is going on out there that is worrying him as a Chieftain and as a father?

A sleek, feline figure rests atop one of the larger stones in the clearing. Her paws are arranged carefully for the best possible balance, while still actually remaining comfortable. Golden eyes draw open lazily when Chesmu enters the area, and Shadowfrisk gradually pushes herself up to sit, her neck craning over like a vulture. "Good evening, Chief." She chirps in a voice so sweetly pleasant, that it can only be forced. "Anything interesting happening down there?"

Fear. Fear of death. Fear of sound. Fear of the unknown. It is a powerful force that has driven the scrawny little feline far from her homeland. The pale creatures from her visions had appeared. The clan had laughed at her warnings. They would not be laughing now. Or ever, for that matter. She had managed to escape, crossing rough and nearly impossible terrain with a small cub in tow in an attempt to avoid the nightmares that had become very real. This had been days ago. And when she had allowed herself a moment of relief at dawn on this day, that perhaps there was enough distance between herself and the furless, two legged creatures, she found herself to be wrong. And her shoulder now burns with a fire she has never known because of that mistake. Panting heavily, rocks and roots scatter down a steep slope as she climbs up it, her jaws still wrapped around the nape of the small cub. A tiny body that dangles motionless from her jaws now. Once reaching the top where her paws can make better purchase, she bolts, only to skid to a halt as she rounds one of the towering stone structures. Her jade eyes fly open, staring wildly and directly at Chesmu. The sunning figure of the other female note yet noted.

Chesmu is looking out from the territory. "Ever... have a bad feeling, Shadowfrisk? Like... there's death in the air?" Chesmu says. "Its a feeling I'm not strange to, when I was just a wandering--" And then he is interrupted from his reminiscent speech when he spots a strange cougar in the distance. He stands and runs toward the cougaress. His feeling may have been right on the money.

Shadowfrisk takes a nice, long whiff of air. "Maybe I have once or twice. Can't remember. Why?" Her tail tip twitches with a steady, unaltering rhythm. She watches Chesmu's actions, then moves her gaze along his to find the new arrival, and then her eyes narrow. "Hmph. What are you doing here?" She questions the stranger, not at all impressed with what she sees. "You look like..." Thankfully, she decides to silence herself before she ends up saying something she'll be made to regret later.

There are many horrors in the world. This is but one of the many identical ones that have been frightening the creatures of the mountains for almost two days now. A human, armed, hunting. And he found blood and he followed it, and he found a good find. A cougar, female, with a cub. That is a dangerous threat to him and his fellow prospectors who came into the mountains seeking their fortune. He proceeds slowly, relishing the thought of removing one more threat to his kind from the world.

Gaunt haunches quiver uncontrollably with exhaustion as Sin'dali stands frozen in place, her sides heaving with the effort to breath as scarlet rivulets of blood trickle down her left shoulder, falling to the earth to leave tiny splotches of crimson. The wound itself a disgusting sight of rendered flesh and blood matted fur. And already in a state of pained panic, the approaching figure of the male cougar causes Sin'dali to bristle, her green eyes narrowing into dangerous slits as her dark lips writhe back. A warning hiss escapes through her teeth, muffled only slightly by the dangling cougar child still seized in her maw. And from the way the cub limply hangs, there looks to be no life from it. And indeed, a closer inspection would reveal a spread of tiny, bleeding holes riddled across it's own body. It was a good shot. But not good enough. For while it had put the cougaress on the ground, she had not stayed there long enough for a another chanced aim. Besides, her screaming yowl was no doubt distracting. Though even Chesmu comes into her proximity, it doesn't take long for Sin'dali to noticed the other feline. Mostly in due part to her curt question and snide remark. Something that provokes a glowering flash of her eyes in Shadowfrisk's direction. But the female is quickly dismissed, for Sin'dail's regards fix themselves imperviously upon the male. He is closer. He is the threat. But only second to the thing she left behind. Or atleast thinks she did.

Chesmu runs up to the female and gets a preliminary look at her. What he sees confirms his fear of death being nearby. This... is not a wound made by something natural, Chesmu can see that. Instead of defending himself, he speaks plainly. "You can threaten me to stay away later. I am Chieftain here and I am *telling* you to come with me. It is not a hard guess what happened to you and I have a duty to *protect* lives. Do you understand?"

Shadowfrisk hasn't removed herself from her perch yet, choosing to stare down rather than to join her Chieftain and the bleeding female. As they talk, or posture, or whatever it is they are intending to do, Shadowfrisk scans the area boredly. Something's happening; even she is starting to sense it. But Shadowfrisk, as foolhardy as she tends to get, assumes it can't be anything *she* has to worry about. Instead, she's rather curious.

The human hunter's eyes widen and lips broaden into a nice smile when he sees another male come out into the open. A male this time. Mate? What a jackpot. Kill them both, take their pelts, and the rest of his prospectors can breathe easy knowing *two* cougars are gone and they're safer. The human creeps a bit closer, and prepares his rifle for a kill.

Sin'dali had been expecting anything. And the tight coiling of her taunt muscles suggest that despite her condition and obvious fatigue, she is not spent yet. There is a untouchable fury in this one, to be sure. A second nature to fight for life. And by the looks of her, it would appear to be something she is quite accustomed to. But before, that battle had been against enemies she knew how to defend against. Sin'dali had not known the danger of man intil just days ago. Before their existance had just been stories. Legends told by elders to get unruly cubs to behave. She had been expecting anything. Anything expect the words that come out of the strange male's mouth. It is as if he knows what horror she has seen. Her ears flatten, eyes still narrowed in a deep set suspicion. Sin'dali never has trusted easily. But now, she really doesn't have a choice. A curt nod is abruptly issued, a resolve of temporary trust given to the male as the russet cougaress takes a implying step towards him. You lead, I'll follow.

Chesmu turns hand heads back toward the territory. This is what he was afraid off. "That wound... am I correct in assuming it was caused by Man?" Chesmu asks. He hasn't noticed the hunter, yet. He's focused on helping the female. This is not the time for posing as a strong keeper of the guard. Not if his feeling and his assumption about that wound is true!

As she scopes around from her high vantage point, Shadowfrisk's eyes happen upon movement, previously unaccounted for. With all the silence that her smaller body allows, she leaps to the next stone in line for a better look. And the creature that catches her attention is unlike anything she's ever witnessed in the past. One ear turns back to Chesmu and his new girlfriend, while the rest of her attention says put. Is this what caused that other cougaress's terrible wound? It doesn't look very dangerous to her. Just... strange.

The hunter nears closer to the two cougars and raises his rifle. The clear target is obvious. The male, larger, more aggressive, and territorial. The rifle is pointed toward Chesmu and the hunter smiles. A male. A male! This is the sort of hunt he dreams of. He cocks the rifle and takes another few steps closer.

Pause is given when the question is raised. A expression of fear flickering across her feline face as she recalls the terrible memory. The silence of the forest. The sudden sight of the pale creature. Then the thunder and pain in her shoulder as some unseen force knocked her of her feet with enough power to send the cub she had been holding flying a short distance away. But she had been quick to get back up and snatch him. Only to run intil her lungs burned and muscles ached. Her ears flatten and she nods, not bothering to speak with the cub still in her cramping jaws. Man. She had thought they were just imaginary monsters. How does this cat know so much about them? With her focus upon Chesmu, Sin'dali is similarly oblivious to the danger that has crept up on them. The same creature that had nearly taken her life and unknownly succeeded in doing so with the young in her jaws.

Chesmu's focus turns to the cub as he continues walking alongside the female. He can tell the cub is dead. It breaks his heart to see it. He's a father, after all, one who loves his cubs more than life itself. "Is... is that your cub?"

Her tail in a pendulum, swinging behind her, and her muscles are rolling up tight. The eyes of gold follow the rifle, not knowing what it is or why the creature possesses it. All the cougaress knows is that she must find out more. And, in her usually manner, Shadowfrisk goes about just that. Her legs push off the stone, and the claws at her fore extend as she leaps down and shoots toward the metallic instrument, intending to knock it away from the hunter's grip.

The hunter is about to squeeze the trigger when a female comes charging at him. Wide-eyed the hunter back up and takes aim at the other cougaress and yells in surprise and fires a hasty shot in Shadowfrisk's direction.

Every step taken sends jabs of pain through her shoulder, aching muscles burning like fire throughout her gaunt body. She is tired. She hasn't slept in days. And he wants to ask silly questions? To say the least, the cougaress is irritable. Infact, that is a understatement. She's down right pissed. Perhaps any other day she might have informed him that the cub was not her own. But instead, a much younger brother. Salvaged from the destruction left behind that had been her tribes territory. But at the moment, Chesmu only gains a scowling glare of impatience from the female. Who merely grunts a reply of inconsequence as she attempts to move ahead at a brisker pace, despite her impeding wound and the weary shuffling of her paws. But before she gains much ground, the sudden blast that echoes out into the air causes her to startled, nearly slamming into the nearby male as she scitters sideways, spinning around to face the direction of the sound's source with a snarl. A terrible sound that is contorted between renewed fear and downright anger.

Chesmu springs immediately into action. He has to. He calls to the strange female. "Keep going. Fast as you can!" Chesmu snarls, then he charges toward the human. It's one of them! "Shadowfrisk, get away! Help our new friend there get to safety!" Chesmu is *not* going to let this human get any closer to the territory! He might bring more!

Shadowfrisk is traveling swiftly, but still pressed slightly toward the ground. When the shot goes off, the bullet rockets over her head, but grazes her the flank just left of her spine, right where it arches in mid-stride, and through to her hip. A sharp yowl escapes the cougaress, and she skids around in a sudden moment of solid terror. As she bolts back toward Chesmu and the stranger, the pain not having occurred to her yet. What manner of beast *is* this?

The hunter yells angrily, but not so badly since he sees he grazed the female. And now she is *running.* The human smiles and then he notices, to his shock, that the *male* is running straight toward him! The hunter readies his rifle again, this time for a kill shot to the male. Immediate threat first, after all.

Enough is enough. She'd been driven to her limits with fear, teetering on the edge of madness now. And as that explosion shatters the silence of the forest, it pushes her off the edge. The russet cougaress does not run. Infact, Chesmu's words fall upon deaf ears. Despite the fact that there is plenty of room for retreat, Sin'dali feels like cornered animal. Wounded. Afraid. And now vengeful. She had fled from the mennen in her territory. She was wounded in parts unknown. And now, after she has gone so far, these strange monsters have the audacity to pursue her even further? In a swift motion the limp body of the cub is deposited upon the ground between shrub and rock. And in a bounding streak of russet fur and gaping jaws that release a vicious snarl of spittle and blood from her over exhausted lungs, the strange female lunges past the retreating and now wounded Shadowfrisk to head strait towards dangerous creature. Deadly is her intention as her path carries her towards a outcropping of rock, using it to propel herself into the air, leaping strait for the upright creature. And while the distance between herself and the human would nearly be impossible to make for any other animal, the hunter man should have taking into consideration the agility of her species.

Chesmu is now very close to the hunter, when he realizes that the hunter is aiming at him. He can't ignore this, but here's a *clear* threat to his tribe! Then Sin'dali runs toward the hunter too. HE looks over at the female. "No! You are in no shape to attack! I can handle this!" His distraction, however, may prove fatal if the hunter isn't stopped by this turn of events.

Shadowfrisk is more terrified than she could ever remember being. But Shadowfrisk is an attentive cat, even if she doesn't always choose to show it. And so, when Chesmu's words sink in, the young cougaress slows, her eyes snapping toward Sin'dali. And to her irritation, the other female is head back /toward/ the hunter. With the man's attention no longer on her for the moment, Shadow stops running and turns to survey the situation. And that's all the pain needs to settle into her side; clawing at her upper leg and stinging along her side as fresh blood starts to spill over her previously spotless coat. Cringing, she now find herself torn between her own personal safety, and stopping the maddened stranger from getting herself killed. She's definitely leaning toward the former.

The hunter, in a panic, takes a few steps back, then fires at Chesmu and quickly takes aim at the female. He backpedals quickly, when he hits a root of a tree near him and falls onto his back He still has his rifle by the butt, and he turns to get himself back on his feet.

Noise is what catches Moonseeker's attention and the young feline makes her way towards the stone are of her home to see what is going on, not like she's ever heard gunfire before after all. She is making her way across a rock when another shot goes off and she paues, tensing up and she glances around quickly to try and see where the noise is coming from. The other feline's are seen and then something she's not seen before, the human, which she stares at with her maw hanging open slightly. The only thing she can do is stand there a few moments before shaking her head and drops down quickly from the rock and watches from her spot with a unsure feeling.

Scrawny and small she may be. But the instant that Sin'dali launches herself into the air, for the human, the disillusion of being something unformidable falls away- and quickly. For as her lithe body eclipses the evening sky, she descends upon him like a silhouette of looming and inevitable death. Her enchanting and noble visage contorted into a snarling image of a monster that is only imagined in nightmares. She is utterly furious and in turn, quite the foe to be reckoned with. Chesmu's shout is heard in the depths of her ears, but his words are incomprehensible. Though had she understood them and had the time to remark, she would have told the male to shut up and act. Not out of insubordination, while she might be full of it at other times, but out of fear that his concern for her might be the end of his own life. She doesn't know him. She doesn't owe him anything. But Sin'dali has seen enough death in the last few days to last her a lifetime. She doesn't want any more. And she'll end the abhorrence of these creatures called Men if it cost her her life. Starting with the one infront of her. Power of muscle and the force of gravity propels her directly down upon her target, her raging, numb mind only vaguely aware of the metallic glint of black steel when the barrel of the rifle is swung in her direction, only after breathing out it's deadly breath of fire and smoke towards Chesmu.

Chesmu is lucky. Not as luck as Shadowfrisk. Were it not been for Sin'dali's charge, the human's shot would have been right on target, between the male's eyes. Instead, as Chesmu charges readily toward the human, the shot is veered off and strikes him in the right shoulder. Chesmu yowls quite loudly since Chesmu was running, what occurs next could be described as quite the fall. The shoulder, having suffered a shot like this, seizes up the foreleg that was depending on him for support and it buckles, Chesmu hitting the ground first with his head, then in a roll before stopping in the dirt. He's been hit by those... firesticks? What the hell are those things. The lucky part is, Chesmu's injury is superficial. The worst he had was a painful wound and a painful fall. He'll be all right. Just will need to see Paoro about that wound.

Shadowfrisk's leg is starting to burn harshly, where a small piece of the shell had lodged itself in her muscle. She wants to sit and rest it, but the movement hurts too much. When Moonseeker approaches, Shadow's ears turn toward the younger cougaress, but her eyes are stuck to the scene happening before her. She's in terrible pain, frightened half to death, and can barely breath with how hard her heart is pounding at her chest. But if this isn't all so *exciting*, she doesn't know what is.

The hunter screams as the cougar barrels into him before he can get up. He begins struggling mightily and loses grip of his lifeline: The rifle!

Moonseeker ears snap back against her head as she watches the human fall back and then the strange cougar take it down. Her attention turns to Shadow and Chesmu as the scent of fresh blood catches her attention. It takes a few moments before she finds the courge to move forward, but soon she makes her way to Shadow's side looking at the wound. "Get on back to the rocks.. I have a feeling its safer there then here in the open." Once this is said she is moving quickly to where Chesmu is to check on the cheiften, all the while wondering if anymore of the strange things might be around..

As the impostering thunder of the rifle splits the air and reverberates off the stone structures of the area, all that Sin'dali can see from the corner of her eye is the toppling figure of the strange male falling awkwardly in a cloud of gravel dust and debris. And despite her rage, there is a heart sinking feeling that burst inside her chest. And while she isn't even aware of it, a contemptuous curse is screamed from the very depths of her lunges. " Bastard!" But now a revengeful hate is her's. For as the man falls backwards to land hard upon the earth, the female is upon him, claws first. The darkly colored weapons sinking relentlessly into the man's yielding flesh, finding that it tears easily and without resistance. A flash of white flickers in the silhouette that is Sin'dali, her gaping jaws driving strait for the hunterman's throat. For no matter how strange and unknown the creature is to the female, something innate tells her that the man is just as vulnerable here as the prey she has dispatched so many times before. Obviously, caught up in her own rage, the situation unfolding behind remains unseen and thusly dismissed.

Chesmu is not one for finding *dirt* very fascinating. The Chieftain gets to his feet and winces from the wound in his shoulder. He hisses, but not at Moonseeker. "Nothing Paoro can't help with. I'll be fine." Chesmu says. But now he understands all to well. Man... not to be trifled with... and all the more troubling a problem. Could that... thunderstick kill? "We need to get everyone into the territory. And I mean deep. Where there's one of these creatures... there's bound to be many more."

Shadowfrisk glances at Moonseeker only briefly, but the advice goes unheeded. Focusing on the proceeding violence is about all that's preventing her from turning her attention to her leg, from clawing and gnashing at the wound until the bit of metal is no longer cutting into her flesh. And while she feels a great aggravation at Sin'dali, Shadowfrisk finds herself silently cheering the stranger on. The man, a former object of mere curiousity, has found a place of utmost loathing in her mind.

The hunter screams one final time in abject terror before Sin'dali ends his life. One less problem for the cougars, and hopefully the last problem like himself.

Moonseeker nods slightly as she hears Chesmu and turns her gaze towards the man and the other feline as the attacker finally dies. She snorts faintly, that's what happens when you come messing with a tribe of cougars. "We need to find the rest of the tribe.. Hopfully there near by so we won't have to search for long."

Sin'dali had been expecting a struggle, the kind that deer possess even when their life is inevitable her's. Even a rabbit has proven to have more zealous fight than this. But when the bitterness of the man's blood is tasted on her tongue and his body becomes motionless beneath her, the cougaress can't help but believe how easily death comes for these pale, furless creatures. She clings only for a moment longer, no desiring to have such a bitter taste in her mouth any longer than necessary. She releases with a snort of good riddance, turning away to leave the limp body for the ravens and buzzards to pick at. The man is not a prize she wishes to have. But now, with it all over, the extends of her injury and weariness collapses in on her. Her gun blasted shoulder burns with a pain she's never known and her strength threatens to abandon her at any moment. But the cat clings to her resolve, stumbling away from the human corpse to set her eyes upon those still watching. Her tongue darts out to wash across her bloodstained muzzle, the feline looking afright, to be sure. Though she does muster a expression of surprise to see Chesmu standing only a ways off and with another whom Sin'dali had not seen earlier. She allows herself a sigh of relief. It has not all been for naught. Though no words are spoken by the female. Instead, despite the fact that she looks as if she might fall down any moment, the cougaress stumbles back to the place she left the cub. And here, she drop. Curling forepaws around the lifeless body of the young cub as she gives a few licking sweeps of her tongue across it's head. " It's safe now, Dishu." she mummers to the dead cub, seemingly blind to the fact that it is indeed, dead.


Chesmu is not going to lose a beat. He's a leader, and a leader has to take charge in an emergency situation. Man on their doorstep? This is an emergency. Everyone into the territory, now! I'm not taking any chances. How can we be sure he's the only Man in these parts! In the territory now!"

As the current threat comes to end, Shadowfrisk slowly comes back around to the rest of reality. Moonseeker is indeed here; Chesmu is apparently injured as well, and also ordering them back; Sin'dali is talking to a corpse; and her leg and side are protesting after movement she makes. listening to the Chieftain's words for once, Shadowfrisk slowly turns herself around, ready to slink back toward safer ground. But before that happens, her eyes go to Sin'dali. "We're not taking /her/, are we?"

Moonseeker watches Chesmu a few moments before she looks over to the strange feline, she frowns slightly as she watches her. Her ears lower and without another look to Chesmu she moves towards Sin'dali slowly at first. She clears her throat slightly. "Hey.. Are.. you alright?" She questions curiously. A ear flicks as she hears Shadow, a glance is offered her way and she ponders why not?.. She just saved /you/..

"It's safe now, Dishu. It's safe." These words of lament of spoken over and over, softly and almost inaudibly as she continues to wash her tongue over the head of the long dead cub. The child had taken it's last breath only moments after Sin'dali had been shot herself. And somewhere in her weary mind, the feline knows this. But the madness of what she has been witness to prevents her from accepting it. Accepting that the last of tribe is dead. That she is alone and without a home. Not that her tribe had exactly wanted her around to begin with, but blood is still blood. It isn't intil the voice of Moonseeker reaches her ears that the strange cougaress becomes aware of her apparoch. Or atleast acknowledges it. Verdant orbs abruptly turn up towards the figure of the female, sin'dali's dark lips turning down into a deep set frown as she bristles. " We'll live." she remarks curtly, clearly referring to herself and the dead cub. Her gaze now ventures beyond the close proximity of Moonseeker, peering at those peering at her. A thinly etched brow shots upwards, then she scowls. " I'll leave as soon as I rest. I didn't mean to intrude."

Chesmu turns to Sin'dala. "I didn't just get hurt so that you'll be leaving us. With Man in these parts, I'd be a shameful excuse for a Chieftein if I did not insist you come with us." He won't tell her that the cub is dead. It is not his place, nor is it the time. "I am Chieftain. Safety of the tribe is my priority. You were near my tribe. You are my *guest.* I doubt you'll get such consideration from Man." Chesmu is normally a nice male, but the state of emergency has propelled him into a charge-taking stance. His message is clear, get in here or Man will kill her.

Shadowfrisk rolls out a growl when nobody backs her up. A strange female shows up, almost leads a human into their territory, and nobody else seems to care? Well, no matter. That's never stopped her from speaking up before. "This is a mistake." She whispers roughly, just loud enough that she *knows* it will be heard.

Moonseeker didn't know the stranger was the reason the human was here, if she did she might not have been so eager to let her stay either. She looks back to Sin'dali and nods at what Chesmu says. "Come with us.." A glance is offered to the dead cub and then back to Sin'dali, she can't even imagen how the other must feel right now.

Dark tipped ears dance forward to capture the almost reprimanding words of the Cheiftain, his seeming concern for her well being provoking feelings of suspicion. Paranoia sets in and the russet female stares at him in a calculating manner. What does her want with the likes of -her-? But there is a undeniable truth in his voice, a attribute that she can not simply dismiss. No matter his and his tribe's intentions, they can not be any worse than the death that would await her should she move on. And then there is the child to consider. Clearly the events have worn on her younger brother so greatly that he has passed into a unconscious sleep. Rest and saftey would do them both good. Surely by tomorrow things will be brighter. Better. More promising. A long breath is taken and Sin'dali gives a nod of conformation. Thought it is not to Chesmu for which this gesture is given, but instead, to the female infront of her. " We will follow." she simply states, pushing herself up to her trembling paws weakly. Lowering her head, she takes the scruff of the deceased cub's neck into her still bloodstained muzzle, picking the lifeless body up off the ground as gently as possible. And here she waits. Allowing the congregated group to lead on to whatever safe haven they seem to promise.

Chesmu stops, then turns and walks over to Shadowfrisk. "Sister, are you questioning my decision? I may owe you my life, yes, but I also owe her the same!" Chesmu says. He's not downplaying what Shadowfrisk has done. "But I am a Chieftain! My duty and honor is to protect lives! Especially now that we are *all* at risk. Am I making myself crystal clear, Sister?" Chesmu *hates* pulling rank. "And how many honored members of our tribe were like her? Lost? No one in their world except a dead hope? Have you not realized that my *own* roots are in solitude and tragedy?" Chesmu turns and starts toward the other female. "I don't want to hear another unwelcome word. It is not the time or the place..." Chesmu looks over at Shadowfrisk, a look of worry and concern in his face. "Man has returned."

Shadowfrisk scowls defiantly, but now she keeps her voice low enough that only Chesmu can hear. "Very well... *Brother*... do this your way." Her tail lashes once, letting off a small portion of her pent up emotion. She's not yet willing to see things his way. "But so you don't fool yourself, I haven't much trust in you, either." With that out of the way, Shadowfrisk starts to lope off, her usually graceful stride now marred with a badly hidden limp.

Moonseeker blinks as she hears Chesmu and looks over to him thinly a few moments as he goes off on Shadowfrisk. "There is more then one way to get a /point/ across Chesmu." She states with a faint tone and shakes her head. Her attention turns back to Sin'dali and she turns starting to move back the way she came, though waits for Sin at the same time.

Vivid green orbs look beyond the feline infront of her once more to witness the exchange between brother and sister. And while their relationship is unknown and thier words unheard, Sin'dali is not so dim as to not make a conclusion that neither is too pleased with one another. But it is not her place to judge, nor even dwell on the possibilities that provoked the conversation. Though Sin'dali can't help but feel that in the end, her arrival probably has something to due with it. If not directly, then it served as a excuse. But no further thought is spent upon this matter as Moonseeker turns away, the russet colored stranger shortly following in turn with dead cub in tow. Though her movement is slow and impeded, her front limp deep and clearly obvious. Sin'dali doesn't know what she's getting herself into. But she is sure that anything is better than what she had endured lately.

Chesmu looks over at Moonseeker. He looks then over at his wound. Its stopped bleeding. Then he looks back over at Moonseeker. "Normally I would agree, Moonseeker." Chesmu says. "But there's something extremely unsettling about the appearance of this Man." Chesmu looks over at the dead human's body. "I get the feeling we're in for a world of pain before long. I;d rather keep things together than debate allowing a strange female into the territory. If you're worried about it..." Chesmu pauses a moment to think. "If you worry, I'll be willing to discuss it later. But as you can see, our guest, Shadowfrisk and I are in need of healing."