As the wolves fled Lance let a sigh of relief escape him.  It appeared the blow dealt had not caused any significant harm to the Alpha, evident from the ease it escaped with.  Left standing with a bloody blade, Lance found himself staring at the blood bathed weapon as though in a trance.  The red liquid that preserved ones life, slowly drifting down towards the hilt.  In his state, he had near on blocked out everything going on around him, until. [i]I don't think we're in Kansas anymore"[/i] A familiar voice brought him back to reality as he shook his head, letting the sword loosely hang in his hand by his side.  His mind was drawn back to when he first awoke, this place definitely looked no where near as rundown as when they'd first enter it.

Pushing the thought to the back of his mind he followed Donny with the rest of the group.  They were lead to  a cottage, which in turn they all entered, Donny's home left a lot to be desired.  Lance rested the sword down, lent against a wall out of the way it was probably best that he'd kept clear from it after that moment he had earlier.  [color=0072bc]"Hey..."[/color] Lance noticed something as he tilted his head staring at Lucas as he approached slowly, a look of confusion on his face. [color=0072bc]"What's up with your ears?"[/color]  Lance asks flicking the pointed tip of them. [color=0072bc]"You look like you've been dangling from them."[/color] The feature appeared to stick out like a sore thumb, but decidedly Lance didn't stick around for an answer before walking over to Tawny. [color=0072bc]"Bit strange don't you think?"[/color]  Lance asks. [color=0072bc]"You doing alright?"[/color] Honestly the last normal thing Lance could really remember was talking with Tawny, and this, this didn't feel normal.

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