Dammit. Those who had chosen to protect the Shaman's den had been pulled into the battle. Backing up so Violet's attack never hit, she glanced again at Brid. She seemed to be doing ok. Charging through the battles hat had begun to leak into the cave, Silverstrike planted herself outside the medicine den, nodding to Akhen.
Neroik spiraled above the chaos outside, amber eyes sifting through the raging bodies, making sure no one was in dire need of help. The huge hawk stuck close to the camp entrance. No more enemies need to enter there then already had.
