IN THE END WE ALL BECOME CURED OF OUR SENTIMENTS

Manauia heard the howl, its strange quality eliciting a question but her response still rather slow. When she arrived upon the scene, it was in time to see Scarlett take off. Her lip curled in disgust, and she turned to the gift that had been left on their doorstep.

Even for a seasoned warrior, the sight was not a pleasant one, though neither did it raise in her a desire to run. Instead she looked coldly at the trail it had left in coming. It was obviously a threat made towards the wolves here. With that single thought had, she growled. If anyone tried to touch Tyrr, she'd tear them apart. The rest, however.... She could not harm them, but nor would she jeapordise her mission keeping them safe. She didn't care much what became of them, for they had obviously bought someone's ire.

The huntress too set out on the path, following tracks that had traveled swiftly. She would try to deal with this at the source, for her job was protecting her charge and he had been threatened here.