His first moments back on the mainland weren't the most elegant.

It had been raining heavily it would seem, as he leapt from the gang plant to the ground and skidded on the mud. Landing hard, but he didn't feel as embarrassed as he probably should have done.

For he, and every other shifter present were too overwhelmed by something very different to notice what had happened.

Even if Kit had lived in this place the vaster majority of his life, it felt alien to him. Every smell, sound and sight seemed strange and new. He stood still, watching the tree line as though for fear that some great monster would come looming from it.

A reasonable concern, considering the fact that he had spent the last five years on alert for the very same happening.

Considering the fact that nearly every man and woman he knew from the island had died because of such happening.

Unable to shake the feeling that he was being watched, the something or someone out there was readying to kill them all. Kit may have left the island, but the impact of life on the island was never going to leave him.

No one spoke, only allowing the importance of what had just happened to settle on their shoulders. Kit stood perfectly still, on edge in case he needed to set off running at any given time. He let out a low steady breath, before he turned to look back at the others. Waiting for them to say something, anything.

"What now?" Jessica asked with a low voice, her eyes too drawn to the shadows of the forests. She didn't look back at the strangers as she spoke, she didn't seem to find it necessary, she, as everyone else present was on edge.

"Our friends would like to meet you," the leader of the strangers was annoyingly vague. Kit watched.

Tilting his head to the side, he tried to read the man. Flaring his nostrils as he thought for a moment, thinking to himself before he said. This time with a slightly amused tone, he said in a gentle voice. Not nearly as aggressive as he believed it was going to be as he said quietly.

"Really, is that all the information your going to give us?" He grunted, lifting a questioning eyebrow. "You drag us all this way, and the only thing you are going to give is that your friends want to meet us?"

"We'll quite happily go back, if we're so much of an inconvenience to you," Vic continued shortly. Turning back towards the ship, mostly for dramatic effect. Or at least that's what Kit hoped.

A flicker of fear seemed to light the eyes of the older man, Kit watched. Amused that the supposed leader had given away the concerns that he should have kept as hidden as was possible. "Go ahead," he retorted sharply after a short second, calling the bear's bluff. Daring him to take another step. "We have men still on the ship, good luck with trying to take it back to the island."

"Cute, you think a few measly men would be able to stop me," Vic retorted in equal parts amusement and annoyance. His accent become sharper the angrier he got.

Snorting, "We were managing just fine earlier today."

"If you two are quite finished in your little competition, can we actually get going before I skin you both and use your pelts for my nest?" Max grunted, shifting from leg to leg. He hadn't bothered to shift from his earlier fight. He picked through his talons, again for dramatic effect but it seemed to work.

He looked over at the bemused eagle, and for a moment seemed to contemplate a retort but decided against it after a while. "I suggest that you all shift forms."

In spite of the wide aching feeling across his every limb, Kit did as he was told. The quicker he could get wherever it was that they needed to be, and he could sleep. It had felt like years since the last time he had seen the inside of his own eyeballs, and the exhaustion was beginning to make him dizzy.

Soon enough, he stood on three legs once again. His tail darting from side to side, eager to get going already. He blinked at the leader through narrowed eyes. "We tend to run a lot faster than you can, how do you intend to keep up?"

"We keep cars and bikes just beyond the clearing," he explained pointing in a general direction but Kit didn't bother to look. "Our enemy isn't capable of driving, as far as we are aware. So we just leave them wherever we might need them." He explained calmly.

"The day the monsters learn to drive a car is the day I burry myself alive," Max grumbled lowly, only partly joking at this point.

"Let's go," was all he said in response and the humans made their way towards the treeline. Kit paused, thinking for a moment, though about what he wasnt completely certain. Then he lunged forward and followed suit.

Quickly enough the humans were mounted on their bikes and making their way through the woodlands. Kit had forgotten the sound of a revving engine and the look of cars. He watched them, he had never been a lover of cars. Yet the sight of one after five years without left him a little in awe.

For once, the shifters had a true opponent when it came to a race, and for the first time in a long time they were able to run and enjoy it. For it was one of the first time that they were running and it wasn't for their lives.

The wind whipping through his fur, he dodged left and right through the heavily wooded area. Concentrating hard on where he was putting his paws for fear that he would fall again. He twitched his ears back as he listened for any sounds which could mean danger. Every shadow was beginning to make him jump, but he forced any paranoia out of his system.

Kit had to skid to a stop before he tumbled into one of the motorbikes when the humans stopped before them. He paused and looked at them, waiting for one of them to speak. "Wait for our signal, and come forward when you do," it wasn't the leader who spoke this time but one of the others.

"Do what you can to not make me not look like a total idiot please," he was the one to speak this time and Kit only nodded. Where usually he would have had a retort prepared on his tongue, now he had none and just watched them leave.

Settling down, he waited. The curiosity was now beginning to sit on his shoulders more than the fear. It was an uncomfortable mix.

He was caught in his thoughts, when a piercing whistle echoed through the woods and made the young wolf jump. He shared a look with the others, waiting for them to speak, but they only nodded to him. Apparently wanting him to be the first to walk.

Thanks, he grunted under his breath but lifted himself carefully to his paws, then pushed through the bushes.

What greeted him, was not what he would have described as expected.

He found himself surrounded by wolves.