Tynan felt himself pulled back over the distance. He felt the hot taste of blood in his mouth for a second time and coughed it out, the crimson stark against his ruddy skin. Weakly, he opened his eyes and looked into the face of Feather. There are worse things to wake up to, and he smiled slightly. He winced sharply then and grunted in pain, gripping his right arm as it shook.

"It's okay," he grunted, his face pale. "The wolf - I can still feel it. They're... they're killing it..." He suddenly looked furious, in agony, but furious nonetheless. "Those bastards!" Then he slumped back, breathing heavily. The wolf was dead. He opened his eyes again and peered into the sapphire blue of Feather's, mute thanks in his gaze.

It was then that a small hand clutched the front of his bloody shirt, Adam's face appearing. The boy was crying. He feebly brought his fists down on Tynan's chest, then collapsed in his guardian's arms in tears.