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Morag felt her consciousness snap back as a couple of someones approached her, one of them a familiar heat at her side, another a concerned voice... and another warm presence, nearly as familiar as the first. Family was springing from the rocks it seemed, but that was to be expected in a pride where nearly everyone was related. Lifting her head, the dark female blinked a few times to clear her murky vision, wincing as motions pulled at the wounds across her face.

"Its not that bad... I'm just tired." She mumbled, though she did obediently struggle to her paws and allow herself to be shepherded off to the side, out of the crowd. She left a trail of blood drops behind her, one that a careful eye could follow all the way back into the desert, though the heat and the sand was fast swallowing it up.

At least at this point, the bleeding had nearly stopped. It was hard to say if the damaged eye was salvageable and that side of her face looked just as one would expect it would if a lion had tried to bite into it. Claw marks were heaviest on her shoulder, which had taken the brunt of that last viscous attack, but there was marks down her hip as well.

The coolness of shade seemed a signal for her to plop her backside back down and she drew a deep breath of relief, letting it out on a gusty side. A chance for rest seemed to bolster her and she blinked at the three that had surrounded her. "Father.... Uncle.... Medic." She nodded to the female, submitting for examination. "I caught a bad angle.... He'd latched on before I realized it. I blame my lack of soldier training. I don't have the right reactions for close fighting." Morag felt embarrassed to return from her first non-duel battle in such a state, her one good eye slitted to a fleck of glittering red. "I got him off, but he nearly took my face with him."

Kidondo gave Vlam a grateful look as the large white lion dutifully followed Ea’s orders and stepped up to offer his aid. “He’s been drifting in and out of consciousness for a while now.” He reported, though there was really no need. Somehow it just felt better to speak it. “Kakek. Will you stay with him? Your mother may be needed here and I’d like someone to report back to me if his status changes.” For the good or the bad… “Just make sure to keep out of the medics’ way if you can.”
 
Nur’yu, now being supported by Vlam, had given no sign of being aware of what was going on. Not even when Kakek stepped forwards to share the load and get him moved towards the ward dens.
 
Kidondo, satisfied that Nur’yu was in sound paws, turned back to Azar and briefly touched his forehead to hers. “They’ll take good care of him.” He assured. “He’s a strong one, that son of yours. He’ll be fine.” He wasn’t at all sure that Nur’yu would be, but he had to believe that. Thankfully Azar seemed to snap back to attention and recover herself. “I’m sure we can find a job for you to do.” He replied, sounding more like himself. He paused and glanced around. Morag was now being looked at by Seraphina. “All those who have suffered wounds must be looked at by the medics.” He called. “Minor and major, both.” Even a small wound could fester and grow if not properly cared for.
 
And then Keahilani was there and Kidondo stepped forward to meet with him. “A new group of Hongshan, you say?” Then he frowned. “And a Nergui?” He was certainly surprised and troubled at this news. “Travelling together? Are we quite sure of the Nergui’s identity?” He blinked. “Thank you, Keahilani. I’ll go and see to that now, if there is nothing else for me to tend to here.” He glanced at Azar. “Your strength may be needed, Brigadier. Walk with me?” He continued, taking a few steps in the direction that No had taken. “Has anyone seen General Azarax or Nawvlee?” Even as the words were out of his mouth he spotted the Hongshan leader amongst the others. That was good. They may have need of him. The tan lion, however, was nowhere in sight. He may have been out on patrol. Unfortunate if so.
 
As he walked, Kidondo continued speaking to Azar. “Do you know anything of these new arrivals?”
 
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Roho said nothing, mostly because she didn’t know what to say. She had expected trouble to come of Miah’s arrival but not for it to come so soon. Had they used the Hongshan as a distraction to allow further Nergui to make an attack elsewhere? Or could it be a mere coincidence? She would certainly not believe that her kin had had any part in it – not knowingly anyway. The anxiety of all the unknowns churned in her stomach as she met Nawvlee’s look, fearing what this might mean for their future within the pride.
 
It was likely that the pair were noted amongst the group, but Roho pointedly ignored the chaos, not allowing it to penetrate the wall she had closed in on herself. She still had not had the chance to speak with any of the new Hongshan but she doubted she’d be allowed anywhere near them after her tirade.
 
So, there she was; following Nawvlee’s path and keeping as close to him as she dared. They were moving closer now and she matched his pace, pausing to peer through the crowds. “They’re bringing him here?” She all but whispered, her eyes darting nervously. “Sir. He is not one of us. I know it.” But was he Nergui? That was the real question. “And if he is not Hongshan, who else could he be? Who else would be able to get our people out of their clutches except one of their own?” She shifted closer to him. “If you’ll excuse me for saying so, Sir, I don’t like this at all. Not one bit.”

It seemed the regents were working faster than she was. When Kalama arrived, Elcca knew it would take a little more than a passing statement to get the prisoner safely under guard. Guards that were not likely to make the quick and easy go of it. Firekin were efficient if anything else. Her tail pulsed. "I don't think that wise," the red lioness said to the other. As though she had place to say; but she was the sort who gave her opinion unbidden. "If there has been attack, they're likely still attending to the injured. Tempers are on edge, the regents included."

She doubted she'd be able to get far without more commitment. So she rerouted things a bit. "This quarter is still quiet. I do not suggest to advise the regents, but I advise you to go back to them and tell them to come here." She glanced over her shoulder. "From what I understand this prisoner has already caused incident. And that was without an attack looming over him. An entire regiment might not be able to keep order if some parent of one of the injured lions hears we might have the reason in our sights."

Despite this effort, Miah continued to remain largely stoic. As though this were all still some very strange orchestration.

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Elsewhere, Ea continued to navigate the swarm of people being rushed here and there. Even worse, now she had little gnats biting at her ears asking to do help and things! Her paws stamped on the ground again, and she began barking random orders at pretty much anyone who looked too interested in the situation. "You want to help?" she said to Nuria. "Go with Singh. Go assist..."

The wild cat became are she didn't even recognize the other injured firekin. She grit her teeth. More rogues getting injured?! She snorted. Luckily, someone passing by shot her the proper name. "Yayuka, that one. The one with the face. Go over there!" she directed the two lions. If they were waiting for more instructions than that, they didn't receive them.

Instead, Ea was moving back towards Vlam and Kakek, who were attending to her nephew. The young male was unconscious, which was never a good sign of anything. Especially for a lioness whose diagnostics relied almost entirely upon what was told to her by the patient. "Alright, this way. Don't shake him about!"

Vlam nodded, and moving together with Kakek, started back the familiar path towards the wards. As they were moving, Ea shot out some further commands. "Move anyone with anything more than a scrape to the wards. I don't want to hear about growing 'badass scars', if its deep, you go to the wards and stay there until I get to you!" Her eyes scanned for more able bodies. "Hratchouchi, come back with this group!"

Kinja watched as Kalama rushed off. As much as she wanted to help, Kinja knew she'd be of no use if the lion Miah wanted to cause problems. Brute strength was not her specialty. The red lioness, Kalama dissapeared amongst the sea of bodies and Kinja couldn't help but watch as the pride huddled around those who were injured, the medics doing their job to tend to the injuries. Most, it looked like, had gotten off with mainly minor bruising, cuts and scrapes. A few though, didn't look quite as lucky.

Blue eyes drifted to Kidondo and her Great Great grandson before the lioness shifted her gaze back to No. "What happened? How many were there?" She paused for a few moments, her eyes shifting again to the bodies moving in and out amongst each other, each lion with their own duty to uphold or just plain angry at the events that transcended. "No, if there's anywhere you'd rather me to be or go and do, just tell me." Kinja looked at the younger lioness, with a look of determination and affection.

"Thank you, Ali..." Kosuke hadn't missed Morag's words, and he gently nuzzled her. "It's not your fault, Morag... It's nobody's fault. Everybody tried their best, and at this point, that's part of what matters... It's only eclipsed by the fact everybody SURVIVED." He spared a look at Seraphina, worry in his eyes. He cherished every one of his children, and though he didn't admit it until it was too late for five of them, he cherished his huria children, as well. He had already had to tell six children good bye, because of something nobody could help. He didn't want to say goodbye to one because Finar-si wanted her.

His ear flicked, before his gaze turned toward Ea, listening to her words. He then turned back to Sera. "If you need us to, Ali and I can move her. It shouldn't be a problem."

As soon as he heard Ea's instructions, Singh began helping to direct lions to the medical dens. He soon came across Shula and found himself retracting in shock at her condition. "Miss Shula, you're in no condition to just go home! Come, to the wards!" He began ushering her, going so far as using his shoulder to push her. He ignored the glare and growl she gave him, refusing to give up the fight.

Between her children and the white and silver lion, Shula found she had no choice. Finally, she turned and headed for the medical dens, her limp starting to become more pronounced the further she walked. She soon found herself being supported between Soleil and Singh, each acting as a crutch. Her eyes passed over Singh's back, noting the wounds. "And what about you?"

"Oh, I'll be fine, priority goes to everybody else above myself!" He gave a huff. "I'll survive, trust me! And then I'll let Ea rail on me later for ignoring my own injuries, but that can come LATER."

"It was -not- good enough." Ali snapped, his legendary short temper sending a small blaze through his eyes and a boulder's tension through his shoulders. "Try your best" was not a phrase used in their family. Do it, or fail- those were the only two options. Of course, he couldn't blame the wounded lioness for her hurts... she'd been caught off-guard by the sounds of things, ambushed and perhaps even out-numbered. He didn't have all the details and what was worse was he'd have to wait for such details.

As she continued, he put a paw over her mouth. "Save your strength. We'll get to the bottom of this soon enough. Kosuke-", He glanced over to his brother. "I want the details later on. We'll bring it to father, see how many we can gather. Our eyes need to be on the borders obviously. This won't happen again."

All the ruckus going on called to Jyotika and she moved down towards the huge group. She was a soldier and not much good at anything but soldiering. Her cubs, well they usually got the basics, how to hunt, how to fight and that was it, she could certainly be classed as a grumpy lady, she certainly wasn't in her youth any more and all this shouting, yelling and all out ordering about was causing her to feel more grouchy than usual.

Coming upon the rather large group the black and white lioness was about to growl a complaint when she spotted Morag.

"Who, DARED, to touch my child?" Jyotika moves quickly, her sturdy legs tensing as she marched towards her child. "Who did it? I'll kill them and make sure they are scattered to the four corners." She casts a glare at Kosuke. "YOU, did you LET this happen?" She raises a paw to strike at Kosuke, though her paw slowly returned to the ground, to turn attention back to Morag. She wasn't one to show affection, it just didn't come naturally to her but lowering her nose she nudges her child's chin up.

"Tell me who did it and I will make sure they pay." Her odd eyes flashed angrily, and she glanced around in search of the perpetrator.