Lizardkin Druid

The twinge he feels at the loss of the brave warrior and the balance-aware pinkskin does not surprise him.

The pack is split.

Glancing to the small wiry pinkskin, he turns to the hairy one on his arm:

"Poison, he is. Rest. Medicine. Find, we must "

The pack is split. The Others are lost..

*On hearing the voices, he bares his fangs and stretches out one claw hand as he shields Thokk with the other side of his body*

Sethra WILL die. Those pinkskins who died were no lesser than lizardkin..