She turned to walk with him. So they needed help, protection. She wasn't sure how much she could offer. With a frown she listened. It wasn't good, having a rift open. Anyone could be in danger at this point. "I can't help with the souls of fallen angels. We can't touch them." She offered. With a sigh she nodded. "The werewolves are fighters, warriors, most just need a direction. They are easy enough to get along with. Vampires, well if necessary we can keep them in line. My Nest has been blessed with an Anaan. It has been generations since any Nest has had one."