Before he could get an answer from Starbuck, the ground beneath Talan opened and he plummeted into the abyss below to what he believed to be his death. To his surprise it was not death that greeted him at the end of his fall but bubbles and a new area of the forest. He looked around to examine his surroundings and saw a green light in the distance. Following it he began to make out better what it was, to his surprise it was another lantern but in someone's hand. In addition it attracted others towards its emerald glow and gave Talan the realization that he'd need a lantern of his own if not the one present. 

[i] It seems I'm forced to deal with this lot, last thing I want is to be on my own agai st whatever lurks in this gods forsaken place[/i], if he was going to survive here he'd need their help as well. As much as he hated relying on others this place was not familiar to him and so the more people he she watching his back the better off he'd be. For now the plan would be to make camp and survive till daybreak then get moving for the forest's end.

He approached the holder of the lantern and said with a stern tone of voice, "Looks as if we all are stuck together. For now it would probably be best if we stay by this creek. Since its the only water source we know of we should stay nearby while some of us search for food. I'll go find us something to eat, you deal with the others. Talan wasn't going to have some fool lead them to their deaths, if anyone had experience with surviving in the wilderness it was most likely him. If someone had a better idea they were welcome to chime in but until then it looked as if he was in charge. 

Talan looked around but did not notice the horned girl as Kituo did. He only had one thing in mind and that was survival. His eyes were focused only on what he'd need to stay alive and so he picked up a nearby branch from the ground and a relatively flat rock and began whittling away at the branch to make into a spear. He was about to head on his way when he noticed the masks on the trees. There was something about the wolf mask that called to him, perhaps it's similiarity to a hound he once had as a boy or the fact that it reminded him if himself. An omega wolf was the outcast in a pack, Talan was an outcast in his tribe. The two lone warriors lived similar lives and this caused Talan to reach out ever so carefully, eyes darting in case this was a trap, and plucked the mask from the tree.