Fendros gave Ahnasha support over his shoulder while they searched, though he could not have stopped her limping ahead when they found Kaleeth-rei. Fendros' brow tightened. The battle may have been over, but he was too soon to relief when he had woken up.

"Oh, Kaleeth," Fendros breathed. "Kaleeth! Stay awake. You have to stay awake."

Kaleeth was in deadly poor shape. They had little in the way of medical supplies, let alone anything suitable to stem her bleeding short of whatever magic Ahnasha could muster. They had to get her to healers immediately.

"There's no time to fetch bandages, we'll have to work together to..." Fendros' finger itched. He looked at his ring. "Nevermind, just point the way." Fendros barely finished his order before he willed himself back into his werewolf form. It was almost too easy with the Ring of Hircine.

He hoisted Kaleeth's barely conscious form up by the arm and rolled her gargantuan body onto his back. With great effort, he took step after step towards the direction of their encampment at indicated by their allies. "Any of you with any strength left, you will take your fellow lycans to safety! Go!"