"Werelions, hm?" Gallus said, a little surprised, "I should have guessed. Do you know where they are holding them?"

Before Colours could respond, Janius walked through the door, recently transformed and short of breath. "Meesei, I found Sabine and Peiter, they ran into a group of werewolf hunters with silver outside and tried to lead them away, I think. There were at least nine of them, Peiter and Sabine dispatched one or two beforehand, I believe. They injured Peiter, but he's stable now, they're both coming up the lift. I managed to kill one of them and force them to stop pursuing. Last I checked, they were headed to the road to Senchal."

Gallus exhaled through a pout, inflating his cheeks and looking overwhelmed. "So there are, how many? Seven?" He asked.

"By my count, eight strong, a couple with superficial injuries, one of them is big, the leader, he was a Cathay-raht. Those are the big ones, right?" Janius noticed Newt and walked over to check on him.

"Well, we can't wait around," Gallus turned to Meesei, "We've got to tail them, at least. Find out where they're headed."

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Sabine stood up with Peiter and took on a worried look. She put a hand on his shoulder as he rose. "No, stay down, you are..." Sabine was silenced by Peiter's embrace. As strong as she was trying to be, she resumed shedding tears as well as she slowly brought her arms up around his shoulders. She would have hugged him just as tightly as he was, but for the sake of his wounds, Sabine restricted herself to pressing her face into his shoulder and sobbing.

"You...you didn't have to come back," She said between strained breaths, "Stop saying thank you!" Despite Sabine's words, she didn't let Peiter go and it didn't seem like she would.