The morning sunlight was streaming down through the canopy.  As Griffith moved to sit up, the leaves rustled beneath him and scratched at his exposed skin.  His perfectly clear, untarnished skin.  The same can certainly not be said for his clothes—his shirt was littered with specks of spilled blood.  As he became vertical, he felt the tent spike fall to his lap.  [i]Damn lucky it wasn’t pointing down.[/i]  Whatever was going on, if he hadn’t bled to death, then the others were probably alright.  [i]Wherever the fuck they are[/i]  “Mae angen diod i mi.”  Slipping into Welsh, he began muttering all sorts of profanity under his breath.  Given his personality, most of his friends would be surprised at his vocabulary—if they could understand it.  

	Eventually, he wandered his way back to camp—the voice of a fairly loud woman checking things out.  [i]At least there’s someone in this forest with some sense.  Possibly.[/i] When he emerged from the tree line, he realized that he recognized her—even if he couldn’t quite grasp her name.  He’d met her once or twice, but if she remembered his name, it was probably from his insistence to pronounce it the proper, if only subtly different, Welsh way.  He doubted she would even then.  [i]How in the hell did she get so–oh, she’s on a horse.  Is that Cassandra and Krista?[/i]  Indeed it was.  “Bore da chi.”  ‘Good morning everyone.’  [i]Shit.  Should probably leave out the little touches while that other girl is around.[/i]  ‘Little Touches’ being what Griffith called the bits of Welsh that he still slipped into everyday conversation.  His friends would understand it, or at least recognize it, from exposure.  This new girl would not, at least not right away.  [i]On that topic, I probably shouldn’t say anything about the wolf either.  At least, not until its clear just what the hell happened.[/i]  “Morning.  How are you all holding up?”  It would probably sound strange coming from someone stepping out of the tree line, while speaking in tongues no less, but hopefully Krista and Cassandra would get that he was talking about the wolf attack. [i]Assuming it went after them too—but they weren’t in the camp when I went looking, so that would make the most sense.[/i]