Solánine squatted next to the head of Freddrick. "Shssss." She cradled his head between her hands and massaged his temples. The pain eased around the concentrated areas with every other rotation. "Can someone help Maerik hold him down? The bones must be placed."

"I'm not touching that filthy beast." Mikaél spat and Maerik punched shards of glasses into his skin, knocking him back and breaking Mikaél's chair in two.

"Whoo!" Nerium cheered gleefully. "That probably needed to happen all day." He sat up in his chair, crossing his legs focused on the next set of drama. Oshun threw a look like scolding a toddler at Nerium while stepping over Mikaél to volunteer her services. Misha followed suit. "We are going to start with ribs. That's causing the most pain." Solánine informed Maerik.

"He can understand you. He's not an animal."

The one's around looked deeply at the large wolf. Though he was 3-4 times bigger than an average larger sized wolf he was clearly in the shape of a wolf. "Isn't this the pet you have had all these years?" Solánine questioned.

"I am no pet." It's snout open and a telepathic grumble echoed through their brains. Intrigued Misha remarked, "you are large for a werewolf."

It winced as it tried to open its mouth again. "Let’s save the questions for later. Can you get on all fours and relax the best you can?" Solánine asked. Freddrick nodded and with assistance rolled off his side onto his paws. "Now, they are going to help keep you steady and from hurting yourself." Solánine directed Oshun and Misha to get on either side of him then she moved her hand to his shoulders. She began to mutter in the hold tongue, after two minutes he roared, reflexively activating an ability that normally would subjugate most canines or in the case of beast people would cause fear or dread. Yet, in the case of closeness in strength, extreme aggression is triggered akin to territorial disputes, so the full belly cub leaped out of Djinn's embrace and lunged at Freddrick transforming mid-air. Oshun open palm-strike, her palm thrusted into the boy’s sternum sending back into Djinn.

"Leash, the boy. This is why we should tag all the beasts." Mikaél pulled the last piece of glass out of his face.  The boys’ rage redirected Mikaél. He growled flashing his growing fangs about crawl over the table until Hanahl stood up. "Val En Tine. " Hanahl laced every syllable in absolute authority. "Sit down."

"Ooooo who's the daddy?" Nerium instigated. Valentine, the leopard cub glanced at him then back at Hanahl weighing his options, flexed his finger nubs.

"Clavicle, next." Solánine informed Freddrick. Then another wave of aggression from Valentine. ''Come on," Djinn held out her hands for Valentine.

"Go on, Kitty, kitty. " Nerium imitated biting into a large object and that was the straw. The cub charged Nerium. Nerium poised for action, grinned fist ready. Hanahl caught Valentine up by the scruff off his neck, disabling him in humanlike form: ears down, tail tucked, amber eyes dull. He low growled disapproving, dangling in the air while Hanahl brought him back to Djinn.

"By your Grace, Lady Solánine!" Maerik exclaimed, hugging the mostly healed Freddrick. Freddrick playfully snipped at his face and placed a reassuring paw on his shoulder. "My Brother, I will see the moon once more."

"Yes." He agreed to their heads meeting.

"Well, we all could use a stretch." Oshun led the charge, Freddrick followed with a deep downward dog, his rear bumping the ceiling.

Mikaél rubbed his eyes. "That's over with."

"Awe, I was hoping to see what the old man looked like. Don't those turn into people when they die?" Nerium leaned back against the wall disappointed.

"Let's take a recess?" Misha looked to Mikaél. He sighed, "If we must." Mikaél held his paper out arm’s length then quickly brought it two fingers from his face. "If we must." He resigned. "There is five rooms on the level marked with bronzed placard."

"May I?" Misha held out his hand to escort Solánine.

"Come child." Oshun left expecting Nerium to follow.

Maerik left with Freddrick paws tapping on the stone closely behind.

Djinn picked up the pair of chalices from underneath her chair. She dusted them off with the rim of the dress and when she held them upright, they were half full. She presented one to Valentine and the other to Hanahl. He sat the boy down.  Valentine snatched the cup from Djinn's hand and crawled under the table. Mikaél watched on with minor amusement. "It's not house broken?"

"Stop Mikaél!" Djinn demanded.

"Tsk, what wrong with him?" Mikaél stretched his legs over the chairs, intent on making this space his bed for the rest of the day, after scribbling down more notes.

"He just has to realize what's given to him is his and won't be taken away." Hanahl pulled on the boy's leg while he hissed and growled over the cup until enough of him was out to scoop him up. Hanahl pried the cup from his hands and handed it back to Djinn. "Do it, correctly."

Djinn held out the blood again. Ears down Valentine reached for it, looked back tentatively at Hanahl then gently took it with what was left of the tips of his fingers, and slowly drank it. "Good job." Hanahl ruffled Valentine's hair.

"I'll have meat sent your room. " Mikaél informed the pair on their way out. Then closed his eyes on a fruitless day.