It was over. The battle was won. Talan's grip on the neck of the creature loosened, it's lifeless corpse laid on the ground as Talan got to his feet. "Kas!", he cursed out as he stood up. He examined his arms, torso, and back. They were covered in deep cuts, bite marks, and scratches. Body still aching from his injuries he weakly dragged his feet towards the stream. Nothing was important right now. In his first waking moments since he arrived here he's been attacked by snakes, spirits, and winged beasts. He's found magical masks growing in this unnatural forest and found the egg of a dragon in a lantern. If there was anything that made this place seem to be part of the world he once knew it was now long gone along with his will to live. 

Arriving at the stream he fell to his knees and collapsed on his back into the water. He didn't even notice the boy with the mask standing nearby, even if he did it wouldn't matter. All he wanted was to wet his wounds to ease the pain before whatever was coming to kill him arrived next. As he laid in the stream, with his blood being washed off him, Talan would remember his mother. The nights she'd comfort when he couldnt sleep she'd hold him in her arms and sing that song about coming home. "Zur los dal holkiin, minah"(I'm returning home, mother), he said softly to himself. He closed his eyes as to not see the creature that would take his life when a memory played back before him. It was the night his clan was attacked. The fires burned so bright in the night sky that to Talan it seemed to be day. The heat was so intense it was hard to stay within ten feet of the flames. By far the worst of it all were the sounds, the sounds not only of the raging fire crackling as it burned down everything. But the screams and crying of those caught in its blaze. His mother's screams were among the many. That was a sound he would never forget. It was the day he pledged to live on and avenge his people somehow. That's when it hit him. He could not just simply lay down in this stream and die, he was bound by honor to survive, to escape this evil place and bring vengeance down upon those who took the life of his mother and clansmen. 

Like a corpse rising from the grave, Talan stood up out of the water with new purpose. His determination to survive allowed him to ignore the pain as he walked back over to where the torch he had thrown was still burning. "Let it stay beneath the water", he said in a cold and unmerciful tone. He was done just surviving as he had when he was with the clan. From today on he was going to become a warrior, this forest would kneel to him once he was done here. He grabbed numerous branches and as before fashioned them into spears, however this was not all he would do grabbing the dead bat-monkeys he took the dagger he used earlier and skinned the thing. Washing away the blood in the stream and binding them together with twigs and leaves took some time but when he was done he had fashioned himself fur padding with twigs for the frame and the interior filled with multiple layers of thick leaves for padding. The skulls of the beasts were rid of their flesh and cleansed of their blood and made into a necklace. Once he had a non spirit creating fire he'd forge this animal hide into leather. The final piece was the mask of the wolf. He wore it once more not as an Omega wolf but an Alpha. He would decide his fate not others. With spear in hand he was finally done with his armor crafting. This was when he looked to the boy in he rabbit mask, he noticed him while crafting his armor but did not speak to him till the fast was done. "You, where did the one with the lantern go?", he demanded answer but did not stand and wait. He moved to Simon and shoved a spear in his hands, "Next time. Fight. We carry our own weight here of we die"