She was scouting the surrounding forest, when Carus' roar shattered the night. Immediately banking in the air, Therelia glided back towards the cabin. Spotting her mate running after a figure in a torn red cloak, its brown hair bellowing out from under the hood, she let out a cry to let Siobhan, the Wolf Shifter staying with them, know that there was something afoot. Come, the signal called. Return back to the cabin quickly. She plummeted like a stone, and landing in a crouch in her Elven form, Therelia drew her double scimitar and fixed her eyes on the mysterious girl.

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