Upon seeing the impression Hal-Neesa had made, it was clear to Janius that the mercenaries' lines were not going to last long. With only the thralls and mercenaries engaged in the melee, this was probably the best chance Kaleeth had of feeding. It was not optimal, Janius had expected the mercenaries to be more organised and numerous, but if he could pray for an optimal situation, it would have Kaleeth sated in much more controlled conditions. Janius looked at Kaleeth with wide eyes and shouted, "Kaleeth, now! Turn!"

Behind the frontlines, but still nearby the pack, Sabine found that her opportunity presented itself faster than she had predicted. Without an order to do so, she curled her body down and transformed as quickly as she could. Her efforts to make it quick were not met with success, but she was fairly safe behind friendly lines. Sabine had loosened the strap on her potion bag beforehand to try and carry it with her in this form, but her beast spirit was too uncomfortable with it and tore it off, leaving it on the ground. When she opened her eyes, her beast spirit growled and let out a whimpering bark at the sensory overload of the battle, lowering her head and flattening her ears. However, her human mind drove on with an objective. She didn't have time for this slaughter, she wanted to find her packmates.

Sabine looked around and found a climbable one-story building not far from the other side of the mercendaries' crumbling fighting line. As soon as there was a big enough lapse, Sabine surged forward, shoving aside and thralls in her way and dodging any conflict from the mercenaries. With the runup she was able to quickly scale the building and clamber over to the covered side of its slanted roof. With some cover and space, she sniffed at the air to try and get Ahnasha and Fendros' scent and looked for any fortified buildings that they might be held in. It was difficult; there was already so much fear, blood and death in the air.