Striker darted his head to look down at her. "Are you sure that you're pregnant?" She didn't exhibit any signs that she was bearing child, but she would know what's going on in her body better then anyone else. "Shaman will be glad to hear he will have a child to his name. Once we're finished, I'll take you to the river to relax." The young human looked behind him to see the two carrying a conversation. His stern gaze pierced the two, but he paid no mind to the subject. It wasn't long before they made it to the dirt road leading towards the neighboring kingdom. Along the road was a ruined wagon. Horses laid dead along the side, blood pouring out of them. Surviving members of the party had a bonfire set up, as they waited for assistance.
The village elder held his hand up towards the wolves. "We will take it from here. Kara, if you could come with me. Your guardians can watch us from these bushes, but I'd like you to come alone. I will check to make sure everyone is alright. When I give the signal, I'd like you to come." Leaving with his guard the village elder looked over the people, happy to see that help had come for them. Most of the crew was wearing bandages over the wounds they had been dealt. Another young male, in leather armor, had bandages over his eye. "D...dad?" The young man called out. "I'm here, Belail. The healer will be here soon." He called over the young girl to help with the wounded. Four people, including the young guard needed help.
"We used all of our medical supplies to keep everyone alive. I'm...sorry I couldn't carry out the trade." The son looked away from his father's face. "Shhhh, the important thing is that you are alive in my arms. We'll just provide more protection next time. You did a wonderful job my son." Even though the humans did awful things to the werewolf tribe, they only did it out of protection for themselves. Both sides have had to hurt one another to help themselves. Maybe, after this incident, the two could begin to get along.