Isam didn't fail to notice Shay looking him up and down, sizing him up. He, however, refused to do the same to her. He had been taught by his mother, when she was still alive, to keep his eyes on a woman's face, and nothing else. The old bird, bless her heart, had been avid about teaching her son to respect people the way they ought to be respected. He could still tell, however, that Shay was a strong woman. She must have been, or else they wouldn't be calling for her in this time of need. 

Everything happened quickly. One moment, they had been standing there discussing the issue, and the next, they were running towards the gate. Isam, even in his state of mental exhaustion, was in good shape. He kept up with the other two fairly easy, his boots pounding on the pavement as he jogged/ran. Beside him, he caught of glimpse of brown and tan fur. 

Fen had slipped out of his sweatpants and shifted. As a wolf, his shoulders stood taller than Isam's head; his paws were big as tires. The massive creature had no problem keeping up with the three. He loped along, his large strides seeming effortless. Upon arrival at the gate, Fen skidded to a stop and looked around at the crowd that had gathered. He recognized a few faces. Marcus was there; his robotic body parts were unmistakable. Fen's tail wagged in greeting as he looked at the man. 

He recognized Ramera, one of the harpies. They, of course, where probably one of the first informed. The harpies were the city's best sky watch. Fen was captivated by them; they were like angels in the sky. Nothing like the horrible creatures, also called harpies, that were in his books. He gave her a look and a tail wag as well. 

And then there was Jacob. Fen didn't really know [i]what[/i] to think of [i]him[/i]. He never spoke to anyone, he didn't seem too overly friendly, and he kind of gave Fen the creeps. His tail stopped when his eyes landed on the man, and he quickly adverted them back to the other, friendlier faces. 

Isam, who wasn't quite the social butterfly that Fen was, hardly knew anyone there. He was a man that liked to keep to himself, and maybe a few of his friends. Most of his friends, however, lived in the area in the far left corner of the city, sometimes dubbed 'Arab town'. Most of his group, the one that he had painstakingly led here, had all settled in that one area. Few of them spoke English, and the ones that did only knew a few crucial phrases. This had more or less isolated them from the rest of the city, making them like their own, small community.

A lot of his group still considered [i]him[/i] their leader, even inside their new city home. That was part of the reason Isam lived on the other side of the city from them. He wanted to make it clear that he was not the leader of some some foreign cult that had just shown up on the city's doorsteps. The group of Arab town was free from his command, whether they wanted to be or not. 

 Isam came to stand by Fen, who was his closest friend here. It was hard not to like the younger man, although Isam had tried at first. The way the man often went around half dressed had rubbed Isam the wrong way at one time. But the longer he knew Fen, the more he understood. Where Fen had come from, clothing was something foreign. Being raised by wild animals was bound to leave a few strange quirks in a man.