R E S U R G E N C E

As Satomi maneouvered around the coppice, the metalic aroma of blood lingering about the air. With a perplexed expression, the enchantress lowered her lithe frame to where the she could smell it. Satomi allowed her scent to linger in the air, for she was more focused on this fragrance, and the hazy outline of the canidae it was emitting from.

Ⓥesta involunarily gaped her intimdiating maw and let out an abrupt, savage snarl in response to the pain, upper lips curling back to unveil her dagger-like ivories, entire physique inherently tensed. 

"It's just an ear, I have two. You on the other hand...is there a chance that you could teach one of us how to treat the wound, so that you yourself could be tended to?" The wounded Delegate questioned, regarding Squawk with anxious severity, "We need you arguably more than anyone right now. We cannot afford for your wound to get infected and hinder your service." She elightened brusquely, her sinwey musculature still wrought with pained tension, muzzle inclined to the Healer in expectant inquiry. 

"Of course, having the Cicerone show up about now would be a miracle..." She added under her breath, Belgian lilt reduced to an exhausted growl. 

(Ravika, if you were interested in becoming Squawk's disciple, now would be a perfect time to assert your character's potential for that role.)

The onyx femmora was frozen stiff, the sweet metallic essence of fresh blood poisoned the atmosphere in the tunnel. Ravika flickered her banner in anxiousnss, her amber luminaries exposing a wave of panic. Gathering herself together, the lupine exhaled a composing sigh, closing her visionaries for a moment, before once again meeting the gaze of the others. Padding forward, Ravika lowered her cranium in ackowledgemet, before expressing her speech. ''I wish to help in the process of tending the wounded.'', the Retinue proclaimed, her audits flickering upon Squawk's wound.

Skell watched the pack, her tail lashing as she began to pace. She picked her way among the pack members and looked them over. Hearing Ravika speak up about learning the herbs, Skell snapped her attention to the female. She tilted her head in interest, but allowed herself not to speak. She turned and faced the tunnel, staring down into it's depths. Wondering if anyone else made it, and if the Cicerone was not far behind. She did not know that her gaze began to cloud with worry, as she rested her orbits on the gaping mouth of the underpass. She blinked a few times, and continued to watch.

Ⓥesta bowed her head in approval, her truculent titian eyes momentarily hooded, "Thank you, Ravika. Your charity to the Liberated is much appreciated." The Delegate extolled in proud sanction, ensconced on her haunches, sturdy limbs fatigued from the panicked retreat.

"This may seem like a defeat...but, we have survived, our emergency escape route was a success, and the Liberated will live on. I just wish I knew how a pet rabbit ended up maimed at our border." Vesta murmured, in wary discontent. 

Ⓥesta's head immediately ascended, ears perked in alarmed salute, "Ma'at!" The Delegate exclaimed, releasing a tense exhalation of relief, "Thank the Ancients...are you alright? Do you know anything about the locations of the others?" she inquired hastily, still panting vaguely from the ordeal, regarding the Cicerone with dutiful welcome and surprise, her bark infused with mounting anxiety. 

Skell stood up quickly at the arrival of Ma'at. Her worry had vanished and was replaced by relief. She didn't approach but gave an intensely respectful dip of her head. She turned back to the Liberated, and went to stand beside Jacob. She lifted her cranium, and pressed ehr audits forward. She too, wondered how the rabbit got there, she knew there was another canines scent on it, and she would mention it to the Cicerone or the Delegate once everyone was settled and the rest of the members had been accounted for.

''I want to know where that animal came from and how it got here. I want to know who brought those people here and for what their purpose of doing so was.'' Skell spoke lowly, her voice giving hints of extreme rage, but never lifting an octave into a frenzy. She remained in her calm composure and her face betrayed no signs of anger, though in her eyes she was ticked. Skell lowered herself into a sit and watched Squawk. She regretted snapping at the healer earlier and now she had to watch him suffer with pain from the wound that leaked in his side. Lifting her tail to flatten it over a few scattered leaves that were rustling, Skell never broke her gaze from the healer. 

Ravika's crown flickered up, as she acknowledged the monarch. She cleared her throat, before proceeding to speak once again. ''I have found a large amount of dead rabbit carcasses in a particular part of our territory. The strong essence of an unfamiliar Defector lingering as well. Me and Skell were analyzing the scene, but it was broken off, when the humans attacked.'', the onyx femmora proclaimed. She flickered her plush banner, unsure if the information was helpful, but anything would probably be useful at this time sequence.

Ⓣhe Delegate rapidly recoiled, her functional ear flattened to her poll. Her whiskers stiffened along her regally chiselled maw, momentarily scrutinizing the ebony contessa with equivocal henna lamps. 

"An unfamiliar Defector?" Vesta reiterated, a discordant sentiment of trepidation flourishing in her chest. The Malinois glanced away, gradually, stiffyl pivoting her head to the side, a feeble gale leaking through the trivial fissures in the decaying wood, sending a foreboding chill through the variegated fibers of her sooty pelt. An obscure emanation of dread seemed to shroud the militant young cur, as she began internally evaluating this observation, going bizarrely silent.