Janius nodded to the cultist healer and delicately placed Kaleeth on the ground before him. Before he left, Janius knelt down and put a hand to Kaleeth's cheek. She was barely conscious, but he wanted to say one more thing before they left. "You did well, Kaleeth. No one was killed by you who was not an enemy. You showed that you could have control." Janius couldn't much smile in this form, but there was a pride in his eyes. "You have earned a rest, we will see you soon." Janius gave no further heed to the nervous healer before he stood up and joined the pack.

It was now that Fendros took the opportunity to assume his own beast form. His desperate and scarred veneer was quickly replaced by all the bottled up rage he had. Even with no enemies present, Fendros held his head up and roared into the sky with pure rage. The last of their torturer's legacy was threatening his child, and he would take whatever revenge he could. He could hardly contain his energy as he scuffed at the ground, losing his patience. He didn't know the way back, but if he did, he would already have bolted off.

Sabine's eyes were on all of the prisoners that were being gathered. She wondered why the women and children were being held as well, as they weren't really a threat. She hoped that it wasn't for Vinaremo or the other cultists' experiments, but she knew that was probably going to be the outcome. Some of them traded eye contact with her as she hung onto Lorag's back, but there were no words. Only a few tears from the prisoners and a wide-eyed look from Sabine. This was probably the last she would see of them.