"Ow!"

As streams of bright sunlight came in through the window, it temporarily blinded Wolf as he attempted to open his eyes as he rested on a bed in one of the bunk houses. His mouth gaped open a moment and he quickly shut them again, as he soon discovered that every part of his body was throbbing in intense agony. It felt like knives piercing every inch of his body, it hurt so badly that Wolf's breathing was temporarily forgotten, until he squeezed his eyes shut again and gasped. Wolf shook his head gently from side to side as he felt a damp cloth pass over his forehead with the utmost care.

"What happened?" he growled through gritted teeth, forcing himself to sit and open his eyes. Again came an enormous rush of pain that shot from his arms, to his shoulders, then back down his spine, and Wolf emitted a small groan. His eyelids were swollen with bruises and were stubborn to open, but he managed only slightly, as he peered at the two female forms in the room through two black eyes. They were merely blotches of shade and blurred color that moved around him busily. It was seconds before he recognized Simone and Lena standing in front of him.

Lena placed a firm hand on Wolf's chest, and he flinched. She pressed harder and cooed, "Now you just lay down. Can't have you up and walkin' about just yet."

Simone dampened his forehead with the cloth again, and the scent of herbs from the bowl of water filled his nose, and he felt his head begin to clear. Again, Wolf asked the women, "What happened?" Despite the herbs' effect, every inch of his form was still aching.

Lena's eyes grew wide; she was trying hard not to cry, and she turned to Simone in silence. Simone merely looked down at the younger woman, and then said to Wolf, "MacWright took everything, Wolf."

At that moment he leapt out of the bed and ran to the window. He stumbled and hunched over momentarily as he gripped the sill and steadied himself. The sight that met his gaze made the young man wish that he could die.

All over were fragments of broken pieces. Shattered dishes, splintered wood planks, and various debris littered the earth. The crew was gone, but as he looked off into the trees, he could still see their ship anchored just offshore of the island.

"Anyone harmed?" he asked, his heart pounding. Lena and Simone were briefly unable to find words for him. Wolf was trembling.

During that silence, his jaw gaped open as he shook his head rapidly. "Is everyone alright….!" He choked again, struggling to stay on his own two feet.

Simone slowly shook her head. "There were the typical bumps and minor injuri. But no, Wolf. Everybody escaped in one piece." The blonde woman offered him a regal, yet warm smile, and Wolf was satisfied. The reply somewhat soothed him as he laid back, and he allowed Lena to take him by the arm and lead him back to the comfort of the bed. He sighed deeply as he laid back down, stiffening his torso in retaliation as Lena began to clean the gashes that marked his chest. But his own wounds were the least of his worries.

"Where are the children?" he asked, looking up at the dark haired woman nursing the injury.

"They're with Sarah and Brightcrow," Lena replied, referring to the colony's nurses. She pulled a bandage from his chest and gingerly cleaned the two gashes with a washrag. Wolf gritted his teeth, but said nothing. At least my Fi is safe, he murmured to himself in thought. Again he felt a rush of relief sweep through him.

Wolf smiled, still clasping his teeth together. He looked up at Lena and ran a hand upward and into her thick hair. But, suddenly her expression became one of alarm. She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, Wolf pulled his hand back and his insides felt as if they had sunk to his feet.

His palm was covered in blood.