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Well this was... interesting. Aryn was shellshocked at the call, the wind taken out of her sails like everything she had worked for over the last many seasons was for nothing. She had been training hard, working her butt off and hoping to get out of this slavery. Medusa had clearly been dreaming of the same, except she had moved first. She had won her freedom and now, she was turning around to take more from the pack that had treated her so poorly. Aryn felt empathy for the situation the once-slave was in, but behind those feelings she was very, very afraid. What would happen if Medusa won? Would Aryn remain enslaved and have to restart her seasons of effort to work her way out of it? She'd been a perfect pack member to Recluse ever since her sickness during the Long Night, but all with the knowledge that one day, she'd be free.

Slinking through to the battlefield, Aryn settled herself with the rest of Habari and waited. To her side were some of Recluse's children and seeing them, her heart dropped further. What if they were enslaved too? What if Veigar was, and everyone who had a familial connection to Recluse? Aryn's pink eyes remained glued to the combatants, feeling her insides turn to jelly and dreading the worst possible scenario outcome.