The journey hadn't been long, but it had been difficult. Avalon had made it with the rest of the Valhallan refugees and her companion Gretel. Gretel's brother Hansel had escorted them successfully, ensuring that nobody would try to harm them on the way. Avalon was grateful to finally be able to roam about, though she remained very close to the main camp of the Seracians. She dares not venture more then a few yards away from the main camp, afraid that somewhere out there her captors would come to try and take her back. Avalon wanted her full freedom, and she hoped that the Seracian king or someone would fight for her and Gretel...if that happened, then Avalon would begin to train herself and learn how to fight so that she could go back for Kestrel. The poor young pup...her heart had dropped when she saw Morgana come back with Mercianne's only daughter in her jaws. As soon as the Amentian bitch had dropped her, Kestrel had run straight to Avalon to hide away from the evil wenches of the sunken ship. Up until Avalon was forced to go to the war, she had been the only one protecting and caring for the mute girl, ensuring that no harm came to her. But now that she was gone, she wondered what would become of her Snow Rogue cousin... A tear would trickle down her face, and she wondered if she would ever see any of her family again. Since she had been taken to Amenti, she had lost all contact and word of them. And with her current injuries, she was unable to go out and find them. Since arriving to Seracia just a couple days ago, Avalon had not gone to seek medical assistance. She was afraid now, of others. Though the Valhallans and Seracians seemed nice, she could not bring herself to openly trust a stranger anymore. Last time she had done that it had landed her as a slave and a portion of her life was stolen. She placed her head upon her paws as she sprawled out on the ground, her injured back left leg at an awkward back angle. It felt good to finally be on real ground instead of the hard wood and steel that coated the SS Antiox. It felt good to have the sun stream down on her pelt, the warmth of it heating her coat. She had forgotten what life was like outside of the confines of her cell, and never again did she want to give that up. Talk like this

Rivaxorus had left Kurai back in her den as she walked along the edges of the grass. After all, last night her son came to visit after the news of war had come. The boy couldn't have done much, but he still felt bad and came to his mother for a bit of help. Riv didn't mind, they had lots to catch up on. Ever since they got separated and back together again, she had also learned where her brother had been in Tortuga as well. Her black tail flicking behind her as the baroness moved across the land. She spotted a young girl relaxing with what seemed to be bad wounds. Lowering her head she approached her, she smelt of Amenti. Was she taking shelter here from the war? From what she had heard they were currently harboring a few of Amenti slaves who had been abused by the pack. "Do you need some help?" Riv asked with a tilt of her head. This was the least she could do, she wasn't entirely knowledgeable about herbs. But she could give out poppy seeds and wash up the wounds with the girl. It was simply her motherly instincts kicking in. After all, it was her duty to protect others. It was just something she was used to, after all that had gone on in her life. She was still chipper and a preventer of pain. Speech,

The girls many thoughts began to consum her, turning darker and darker with each new thought that penetrated her mind. Though she had fled from Amenti, she knew that Canttina or someone from there would come seeking her and Gretel. A shuddering intake of breath entered her body at the thought, hating the fact that her life was in the paws of fate that way. Oh how cruel fate was...first her home was taken not once but twice, and then she had gone off on an innocent exploration just to end up in a dark hole, beaten, battered and bruised on a constant basis. Though her pads were cracked with blood and cuts, back at the battlefield when she had seen Gretel's brother and his friend fight against Ryu, she had found new strength to help. But before she could make the decision to help, Ryu had fled and Hansel took her and Gretel away. Avalon turned her had back to glance at her battered body, her once glorious and fluffy coat was matted, dulled, and discolored from blood, dirt and grime. She was reaching her full height, not quite there but in just another month or two she would definitely be at her full thirty nine inches. If she was still a slave and taken back, then Avalon would fight for her freedom. First though, she wanted to learn how to fight in the first place...and hopefully someone kind enough could teach her that. A voice and a question would whip her from her thoughts, and the childs head would come around as quick as lightning in a startled expression to face the newcomer. Her heart beat wildly within her broad chest, eyes clearly showing fear. Her ears lied flat atop her head and her tail instinctively curled around her body as she tensed. Looking over the Seracian, she noted that there was no hostility within the womans features...but could she trust her? "I...I don't need any help." She lied. Of course she would lie, she was afraid. What if this stranger tried to hurt her the same way Canttina had? Talk like this