"I sense a deamon-like creature...." Rainstorm said, "It doesn't feel like a pure-bred deamon... I'm not sure which tipe though..." She closed her eyes, then opened them with a gasp, "Its a were-deamon!" She exclamed.

"Usually were-deamons are very nice creatures that are not evil, at day time at least.  They actually are a lot like were-wolfs." Rainstorm explaned, "Exept that the creature that is a were-deamon turns into the were-deamon form every night, not just on full moons."  A roaring sound came from close by, and stomping that shook the ground, "Its coming closer!" Rainstorm exclamed, bracing herself.

Alex growled. "I'm not scared of any were-demon!" he growled, his fur fluffed out.

"You are if I say you are." snapped Shasta. "Get in the cave or I'm going to carry you. Get Rave, Aaron and Shaka out here too." she ordered.

Alex groaned. "Yes mother." he growled, going into the cave. Minutes later, Shaka, Aaron and Rave came out, fur bristling, Shaka's especially.

"I'm starting to regret killing my crystal." Shaka said. "I feel so powerless against things like this." 

The stomping grew louder and suddenly a huge were-deamon, even bigger then the wolves, came out into the open.  It had a bit of a half cat half lizzard like apperence.  It had red eyes that were snake like, and ears like a cat.  Its back had spikes running down it and on its tail looked like a stegosaurus tail.  It had long claws that could be sheethed and unsheethed, and big saber-like teeth.  It roared again, is mas.sive blood-stained teeth shining in the moonlight.

Shasta howled, her alpha-ess instinct kicking in. Shaka, Aaron and Shaka raised their howls to match hers, and from the den, you could hear the pups hwoling little howls as well. Shasta bared her teeth in a snarl, the others following as well. She flicked her tail in one of the well practiced commands she had drilled into her pack member's minds. Aaron and Shaka circled around to the back of the were-deamon, keeping quiet as Rave tried to draw attention to himself, lashing his tail like a cat and making the most noise.

Shasta decided she would try something new. She glanced at Rainstorm and then focused on the deamon. She thought of serenity, a frozen lake in the middle of winter, petite snowflakes resting on the flat edge. Her pink crystal glowed as she tried to transfer the thoughts to the were-deamon, with high hopes for subduing it to it's natural form. 

Shaka, Aaron and Rave instantly calmed down, watching the kitten curiously.

"There there, do not be alarmed." Shasta said in a feline tone, pulling the kitten closer with her paw. "Do you have a name little one?" Her motherly side was showing, and she knew it. 

"I.. I can follow." Swift replied, feeling safe around the she-wolf.

Shasta wasved the others ahead of her before leading Swift to the soft nest where her pups were.

"Mommy! Who's the funny lookin' cat?" Flare squealed.

"Did you kill the were-deamon?" Alex asked excitedly.

"Hush up!" snapped Shasta. "This is Swift, he's your new brother, he's a were deamon." she said.

Alex snarled and his crystal began to glow.

"Stop it!" Shasta growled at Alex, who submitted immediately. "Swift is not a threat." She turned to adress the kitten, giving more calming emotions. "This is Clover, Alex, Flare and Iceblink." Shasta said.

"Nice to meet you too." Clover said quietly.

Alex gave off a pup howl and stood on his hind legs before dropping down again.

Flare chuckled mischievously and pushed Alex over sideways, the pair then erupting into a play-fight. 

Shasta licked Swift's scruff comfortingly before going off to sit beside Rainstorm. "Swift is a were deamon, right?" 

Rainstorm nodded, "There is no mistaking it." She replied.