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What was most fascinating to Saachi was something she'd never before considered. [i]They can control wolves themselves?[/i] she pondered, going over the meeting in her head. For all its intial interest in the endevour, her partner was staying rather silent about this all. But, that wasn't too odd, right? It likely wanted to discover more, just as she. Overall, the intriguing creatures were decidedly evil, what good sort of creature would take children? Or kidnap anyone for that matter. [i]Unless they think they're saving the children,[/i] Saachi allowed, as always, another branch of thought that would go nowhere and yet everywhere. 

Why did they take children? [i]To indoctrinate into new Werewolves?[/i] That only could be the case if Werewolves weren't a species born but made. Still, why young ones and not old ones? Children were much more easily swayed. 

This was good news, then! There was a chance the former taken children were alive. Most likely.

So she smiled behind her veil when Captain Lanniver delivered that more children were taken. Why, horrid, of course, but if the lot of them managed to track the origin of the Werewolves, the children were as good as saved! [i]Unless they aren't alive, or sided with their kidnappers.[/i] 

Hmm. Perhaps not so a good thing. She frowned. 

She smiled delightedly, and returned the Captain's wish of luck with a long, swelling wave of a gesture.

She realized then after he was faced the other way.

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Fog, as promised. Misty Forest lived up to its namesake. Oh, and it was beautiful. She tried, unsuccessfully, to get the mist to swirl in the same pattern she furiously spun her finger. 

She absorbed the group about her, some social, some quite the opposite. While she herself didn't try and start any type of interaction, she was more than happy to reciprocate 

It was when her thoughts sounded all too loud that she realized all had stilled. She could almost hear the primal howl with her entire being. Had it been so easy that they found the pack they sought? Or had the pack found them exactly where they wanted their group of hunters to be? 

What emerged from the the mist was a wolf, with all the welcoming visage of a head on a pike. Good news. Not a Werewolf. Bad news. She'd just learned said Werewolves could control wolves.

Overall? She had room for some better news.

She slipped her silver-bladed dagger out from her belt, taking a few steps to put herself somewhere in the middle of their group, drawing her borrowed power. Nothing fancy, just a little painful. What a beautiful creature, really, wild and vicious, and absolutely, undeniably terrifying. She was quite certain a meal for it she did not want to be. When the short man fell, she immediately relieved their party had a beautiful and vicious creature of their own. A new sound erupted, it was the Leonin roaring mightily, bringing repireve Saachi used efficiently, honing the surge of power which coursed through her, ready to strike to the mind of the wolf that decided to get all too close to her circle of safety.