Striker continued to take his deep breathes, surprised to see Kara holding onto him like that. "You're right...I was only dreaming." He muttered to her. Though he was in control now, the nightmare still held it's grasp on his heart. Striker held her gently, holding onto this passionate moment. The mood was interrupted when he heard a feint sound. Wolf ears were more sensitive then human ears, they could hear a call from a much further distance. His head shot up, looking around for the source. Daria stood from her seat, hearing the noise as well. "...-ara!!...Kara!!" The voices shouted, drawing closer and closer.
Two humans approached the village, calling out for the young healer. The other wolves ran for home, preparing for the worst from the scum that almost whipped them out. Standing before the trio was the pair of travelers. One was a young male, blonde hair, covered in leather armor, holding the scabbard of a sheathed long sword. The other was an older man, bald, long grey beard, and dressed in velvet robes. The old man was the elder of the human village, serving as leader for a very long time. His rule led to much of the fighting between the two races.
"Kara, praise the gods, we found you." The old leader stated, drawing closer to the human girl. Striker was quick to snatch her away, snarling with his massive fangs. Drawing his sword, the male prepared to fight the black beast. "Your kind isn't WELCOME here!!" Striker shouted, in an attempt to drive them away. "I know we've wronged you in the past, but we need Kara to come back to town." The old man pleaded with the two, a hint of worry in his eye. "She is part of our tribe. You have no power over anyone here." Striker continued to yell at the trespassers.