The unknown was, if not actually to be feared, at least was worth respecting. Sigma taught her sons and daughters that this was so, and in that they were humanity's twin. He was beside himself with worry about the female. He could feel her suffering intensely, emanating in the hatred the spell the druid was casting, the black rotual he was working. What could do that to someone? Who would do something like that deliberately? How? It was nightmarish! Monsterous!
Truth was, Galen was terrified. And he was extremely sensible. If that monster could do something like this to his kind, use them to power his darkness... He could do it to him as well. There was no way Galen could do this alone. And none of his kind were able to help - he knew that... They were looking after the young, keeping them safe from harm in the face of the threat on all sodes in this hate-soaked forest. A defensive ring was something Raveners excelled at. They would be quite safe... But...
Galen was out here. He had help. The community would not risk the young to save one female... And that was right, but... Galen could now. He didn't even see he had a choice at this point. He needed Kayala's help, and he needed it badly.
"/Thank you for helping me/ I could not face this alone/ If he could do this to my sister he could do the same to me/ even now he uses her to fuel his magic./" he said, and gently reached out to touch her shoulder.
"/I would not survive alone/ with your help I just may./" he said, and he really meant it, clear to his bones. But... He looked away a bit, feeling quite awkward.
"/Please tell me of your people Kayala/" he asked, changing the subject. "/Where do your tribes roam?/ Are there many of you?/"
