The fire dogs have tougher endurance than the wolves, but they go down by Vigilant's skill, eventually all coming to a stop. Tidus breathes as the battle seems to finally come to an end--the now still bodies perhaps an omen of what was waiting for them, wolf fur tattered by the muck.

It clings to Tidus's thick-woven shoes. He looks around at the rest of the group, turns back to Vigilant.

"You...okay?"

They don't look harmed, and there's a puzzled note as Tidus asks it--more unsure what they had been doing before.