Faolan let a wave of dizzyness and nausea pass over him, steadying himself by pressing his back into the bark of the tree. It was rough, but it helped to ground him. Once it was over and he felt his vision had clarified, he opened his eyes to see Lucien approaching him.

He looked up at the lad, and relief washed over him for a moment when he realized Lucien was unharmed. This calming effect was quickly replaced by anger when he saw the state of the Frenchman's pant leg, which had been torn nearly to shreds by what appeared to be long, thick claws.

[color=a36209]"No!"[/color] He barked, his voice breaking as he looked up at Lucien with furrowed brow. For a moment, he had no idea what to say, and then weakly added, [color=a36209]"Stay away..."[/color] he lowered his gaze to look at the ground and focused on breathing, counting the seconds between each breath. He could feel himself evening out as everything began to slowly stop spinning. He just needed another moment, and he thought he would be able to walk.