A dog stood at the edge of the ridge, dried blood staining it's white coat. It stared out and down at the valley below. A large shadow loomed over the animal. The dog's ear merely flickered in the dragon's direction, not looking up at the Were even as it heard him land beside it. Undo it. I told you it would take some time, Lorcan. If you’d just wait- No. Undo it. Now. The dog finally looked up at the dragon, seeing Lorcan was staring down at him with dull glowing eyes. Is this what you want or did someone else tell you to do this? Oma understood that Adrian, Kieran or perhaps some other Were might have told Lorcan to undo what had been done. However….Did you want to die? Is that why you didn’t fight back? The dragon moved and sat back heavily, his face remained expressionless, glowing eyes still staring down at the dog. Oma saw the gears slowly turning in Lorcan’s eyes and it didn’t rush the weredragon to answer. Adrian needs to heal. Get better without me. He can’t with me bound to him. Oma let out a sigh, looking out over the valley again. Lorcan hadn’t exactly answered the question, but it was a rather difficult one to answer in the first place. Adrian hadn’t been better before you were bound to him. It’s not going to make a difference if you are and if you weren’t. They need you, Lorcan. You might not see it, and they might not see it either, but they need everyone they can get to help them get their city back. The spirit had continued to look out at the valley, but it turned to look back at the dragon when it didn’t get a reply. Undo it. Getting up onto it’s paws, the dog shook itself. Never had it known anyone that didn’t want a second chance….but even spirits could be wrong. I won’t. Why not? Death has taken a life in exchange for yours. If I were to take your life away I would be changing the balance again. Give life to the one Death took away. Unbind me from Adrian. Let Death take me. It is not that simple….The dog’s ears flattened, tail tucking. We fought over that Were. He’s neither dead or alive, but Death has his soul. I do not know if life could be restored to him but Death would be needed in any case. I do not know if Death will agree to do this. We find Death. Lorcan stood up, unfurling his wings. Tell him of this. Your balance will not change. And if Death tries and this doesn’t work? A body doesn’t always except a soul, even it’s own, after it’s left it. Oma backed away a little, eyeing the weredragon. If it doesn’t work will you remain bound to your brother? The dragon remained silent, it’s gaze locked down on the spirit. The dog’s tail wagged slowly. Perhaps the weredragon was willing to take the chance he had been given after all. No. The spirit backed away, turning and running as Lorcan approached. Adrian needs to heal. You undo bond and fix him. The dragon leapt forwards, snatching up the dog in his fore-claws. Lots of dead for you to bring back to keep the balance. Oma remained silent, growing tense when Lorcan jumped off the cliff. They dived down and the dragon spread his wings to climb back up. The spirit doubted there was anything it could say to change the weredragon’s mind. Lorcan seemed set on his decision to die again. We go find Death.