The metallic scent of blood was apparent when things began to become heated. It awakened a sort of predatorily excitement in Rylan along with the rush of adrenaline. She moved in along with the two, attack at the figures that were threats. Unlike the other two, however, Rylan couldn’t find it in her, even in this form, to kill. She could only maim or seriously injure the humans. It wasn’t that the humans were particularly nice or not menacing enough, she just couldn’t, it wasn’t in her nature. This didn’t stop her from sneaking around and attacking from the shadows as her pelt allowed her to blend in. She made sure to be wary of weapons, and went for the hands holding the weapons so they’d immediately drop it. 

Rylan used her scouting skills, honing in on hiding foes and focusing on the ones drawn out. She wouldn’t let any of them make the first strike, which could be the end of her. She followed along toward their destination, and making sure humans didn’t wander too far or hurt the ones who had no interest in chasing Mehmet. Either way, she felt very much like a sheep dog. She snapped at the running ones’ heels, giving them motivation to keep going. Rylan didn’t know how far was until the glade, but when the trees grew scarce and the bowl of rock was in sight, she moved to the farther side of the opening, acting as a guard to keep them in. Not too long after arriving, her alpha’s howl erupted, and she could feel her excitement bubble. The plan was so far in their favor.

When the howl was heard, Jarleth had to cover his ears to keep them from ringing. That was absolutely Mehmet, he determined from the set of pipes on that one. [i]If he were facing the three little pigs, he’d certainly get through a brick house.[/i] Jarleth thought, laughing to himself at the ridiculous thought. He was distracted, and didn’t expect a wolf to emerge over here. He also didn’t expect it to suddenly halt its attack and end up crumpled on the floor, hands missing and blood flowing from its sudden wounds. He didn’t see how it happened, and reached for where his crossbow was, only to reach for nothing. He ran a hand through his hair, not sure what to do. He wasn’t prepared for something to attack him.

He looked around, only to see red eyes glowing in the darkness. “The hell? I thought the coven and pack were working together?” He asked it, slightly with fear, but the cries coming from the now human werewolf brought back his attention. It was a boy who looked pretty young, tears stream down his face, and like the voice said, was suffering. He couldn’t kill him as that was not a choice in this situation. He figured he’d try to stop the bleeding. He took slow steps, putting his hands up to the now fearful werewolf. He didn’t recognize him so he must have been either new or too young to remember when Jarleth hung around the pack. Either way, Jarleth acted as if the werewolf were a skittish animal, and made slow movements as he crouched down. He unbuttoned his shirt, tearing off pieces before tying them as makeshift bandages around the stumps. He had no idea how this werewolf would function now.