Tyrelle saw that they were all tended too, grouped together as well in the makeshift infirmary. He remembered to thank the Captain and knowing he was a busy man, didn't keep him too long. Only long enough to have a few questions answered. He was assured they would be fed, clothed, and a healer would attend them. Relieved that he and his companions had been given shelter, only then did he relax enough to go and help Tristan get everyone escorted to the infirmary. He'd follow whoever led them there.

Some rest did a Satyr wonders. With the healers swift attention to his and his little pack's array of injuries, they were on their way to feeling better. Salves for sunburns were applied, food, drink, and clothing was supplied too. They all felt so much better after a bath. Their grief was still fresh, raw and tender as a wound. Seterios himself, was quiet, struggling to make sense of everything. Tristan and Tyrelle did their best to fill him in and once he had been given the news about everything, he somberly nodded.

The loss of some of the girls he was to protect grieved him deeply. Tera, Lily, Mira, Daisy and the others were saved, but it tore him up that he couldn't protect his other girls. His 'Pack of Beautiues' was smaller now. Even though he should abed, he was sitting in a chair beside Mira for sometime, fingers stroking through her hair as she lay there. He had brought them so far from all they likely knew, across the ocean. It appeared he was stuck simply struggling to survive. They were all much more closely knit now. They had bonded in ways only a small group could. Sure, there might be future spats and disagreements, but they were -His- and he would hold each of them close to his heart. Fingers still stroking through Mira's hair, he felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to Tristan.

"What is it, Tris?" he asked. The man squeezed his shoulder and motioned him off to the side.

Standing, he followed him over to a small niche along the wall, waiting for whatever news had to be given him. Instead, Tristan drew him into his arms and kissed him fiercely to take his mind off his worries for a couple minutes. Holding him, he peered deeply into the Satyr's eyes. "I've a surprise for you," With that, he drew Set off into a small room and locked the door behind them.

Sneaky Tristan, he had begged one of the healers for a room and ordered it bare of decor, save for a table where some raw meat sat. What was he up too?

"You have brought us so far, and for now, we're stuck here. I know one day we'll return home, but the world is falling apart. We can't have you fall apart on us too, handsome. Simply focus on surviving. We're all sad, and in time, we'll deal with the grief. For now, simply remain living and focused. You need to feed that beast of yours and so I've had some raw meat acquired. It's over there on the table, so shift and devour it. You need to keep your strength up, for all of us. Go on, shift and devour that and then I'll let you out. We can't risk you feeding on innocents or some kids puppy, especially with you being unable to go hunting. We don't know these forests yet." he reminded him.

Before Seterios could object, he was kissed again and locked in the small room. It was bare of decoration, except for the meat on the table. He stripped off the pants and clothes which had been given to him and tossed them aside into a corner. His chestnut fur matched his hair perfectly and the wolf was thrilled at the prospect of a decent meal. It might only be the shoulder of a pig someone had killed, but it would fill his aching belly.

The wolf sniffed at the meat, ears splayed back against his skull. A couple different scents were detected, but he was still grateful Tristan had made sure only he and the supplier had handled the meat. Snatching it off the table, he drug it over to the corner and began devouring it. The first bite of meat and blood hit the spot and the feel of raw flesh in his mouth made him quiver in glee. With a paw holding down the shoulder haunch, he ripped into it with wild abandon. It would take a little while to devour this tasty morsel, but at least his wolf's hunger would be sated.

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"Where the hell is Set?!" Tyrelle called to Tristan.

"I got him locked up, so he could shift and not scare folks. We can't have him starving, I got him a pork shoulder. You know that he can't go hunting right now. It's the best I could do on such short notice." Tristan replied.

Tyrelle grabbed him by the shoulder and sighed. "Good thinking, I bet he hasn't hunted since before the tidal waves. He was surely starving." he mused. "For now, it seems we're all he has, family wise. He kept muttering in his dreams about someone...Cytara, then it'd be Najia.. He's clearly worried about them. He's worried for us all, crazy Satyr."

"And rightly so, we're family now." Tristan said, fairly well liking the idea.
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No sooner than he got the meat devoured down to the bone and was about to crack open that bone to get at the tasty marrow within, all hell was breaking loose. The world shook and there were screams of terror and panic. Those who could, cowered to cover their heads or were grabbing for and searching for loved ones. Tristan flung open the door and stared at the chestnut wolf, whom he was tempted to nickname 'Red'. And he just might!

"C'mon, shift back, we have to get the girls gathered up. Something is going on...all hell is breaking loose! The damned gods are furious again!" The wolf looked at him with what could only be described as a wolfy 'bloody hell' look. He hadn't expected to shift back so soon, but he endure the excruciating agony with only a long series of growls. When he had his balance, he snatched up his clothes, re-dressed himself and hurriedly followed Tristan back to the girls, who appeared frightened.

"What the hell is going on now?!" he asked while he snatched up a wet towel and cleaned himself off before anyone could notice. At least his beast's hunger was sated. For the moment.