Cringing less at the elf's tone and more at the weight of the powerful morkko's clawed foot, Azaroth surrendered.
"Azaroth Maynor Ro Von'Candielle," he gasped, "and please get your bear off me?"

049 (Doc)-

The nytekrie hissed and smacked the lupora with his tail before gliding about the clearing. He headbutted the morkko out of the way before standing over the downed elf. "Pain..." He muttered sniffing the air. The elf was in pain now as was the puffadore whom was still barking. He knew just what was needed to heal it, but until the threat was gone he could do nothing. Fluffing his feathers out he made himself appear larger than he was while still standing with the elf safety under him.

"Oh, boy," Azaroth said sarcastically, "Now I have an overgrown bird on me, too."

Torak looked less confused and more mildly amused that this Nytekrie could speak. Tak, startled, regained his footing and assumed a defensive posture, but before he could attack Torak help up his free hand.

"I am Torak Rhi' Akunda, last of the Moonwood Militia, and a guardsman of the Sanctuary of Saerielle." Turning his attention to the Nytekrie, he continued, "This elf is a fugitive of the law, and a wanted criminal. If he is your master, back away or be slain. If he is not, allow me to mete out justice. I have no aim to kill at this time, imprisonment will prove a fitting punishment."

The puffadore jumped on the dark elf adding weight.

049 (Doc)-

The animal made no attempt to move. "Please, let me see to my patients." He said in a low whisper. With feathers fluffed out it was hard to see the elf beneath him, though the bird like animal could sense him still. "I can't allow him to leave in this condition."

Azaroth wheezed. "--Stupid dog--"

He squirmed, managed to look Torak in the face. "Guess you caught me, old man. Not for long. Not you or the entire forces of Umbra can keep me behind bars."

Koko offended snapped at the dark elf barking.

"So, you serve that foul necromancer? I should have smelt the foul stench of undeath on you. I should kill you now, take vengeance for Moonwood, but I'd rather see you stand trial. Perhaps you'll get the death penalty after all." With that, Torak turned once again the the Nytekrie, "Go ahead and heal him, then. But be warned, any false move will be met with claws, fangs, and steel. ...You may heal the little Puffadore, too, if you wish."

049 (Doc)-

"Serve? I serve no one." The beast answered lowering his feathers some. "Are you a doctor?" He asked cocking his beak to the side. "You remind me of them, the white coated doctors that did this to me." Doc wasn't scared of the threats, after all he knew he could stand a fair chance against the three. He had wings, and claws, he could climb into the trees to escape them. The pouch about his neck held poisons as well, well chemicals he could use to by himself time at least.