The last mutt went down in a bloody display, tipping over as the javelin dug into its side and its neck was torn asunder by Flin's arcane shard. Zay looked around quickly for any sign of a second pack, but couldn't spot a damn thing through the hills. He looked over to Daelin and nodded as he carried the injured Captain on board. What a terribly unfortunate encounter. To see action so soon after leaving Arcadia's walls, at least [i]outside[/i] of the Caravan, wasn't exactly common on the trade routes. Zay's right hand twitched and shook. When was the last time he'd actually killed something? Or [i]someone?[/i]

	"Get back on board," He ordered, "Go, close the back end gate right away." Captain Copp moved as he spoke, and helped Pyra up off of the ground. Noru helped himself up and sought composure. But it'd been a long time for him as well. Most creatures as small as these [i]white wolf[/i] looking things couldn't even put a dent in the Caravan. They could have been ignored. It was Neale's appearance that complicated the situation, but it may have been beneficial that they found him when they did. The fact that he hadn't been killed already, walking through the wilds alone, was nothing short of a miracle.

	Marilyn began to pull at the gate's chains, waiting for everyone to make their way back inside, while Zay took a seat in the common area alongside Noru. The atmosphere was rather tense. With Neale unconscious, a familiar wave of anxiety washed over Zay, keeping him wide awake and drawn away from his usual demeanor. His eyes were peeled back as he traced his index finger across one eyebrow repeatedly while supporting his head on the base of his wrist.

	"Captain?" Noru grunted, snapping Zay out of thought. He yanked himself back into a relaxed posture, but couldn't ease the shaking in his right hand. Noru glanced at Zay's fingers and then met his eyes.