Fendros took in a gasp before his mind registered Lorag's presence and they could rebalance Kaleeth over their shoulders.

"Lorag? I thought..." Under all the weight, Fendros could not quite laugh at the idea that Lorag was not worse for wear. Talk was unimportant right now. "It's good to see you."

Janius and Sabine were already at the encampment by the time the rest of the pack arrived. Sabine hardly noticed their arrival, as she had thrown in with the healers to triage and save as many lives as they could. Tarna was pressed into Sabine's assistant nurses for the effort. Do'Rhajul's whereabouts were unknown.

Janius, however, was still in his armoured beast form, wandering quietly around sniffing for his Kaleeth. Covered in daedric gore and wild-eyed as he was, none saw fit to stop him in his tracks. When he spotted Kaleeth being carried in, he broke into a limping run towards them. He joined in the carrying effort with his free hand.

Then he shouted out. "Sabine!"

Sabine looked up. She did not even have to look to a clear space around the infirmary to point to where Kaleeth needed to go. Her other hand was still channelling restoration magic on a barely conscious werebear.