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The fight came to a close and Aryn's blood pressure spiked with each new splatter of blood that tore from her alpha and master. In the end when Recluse did fall, the Valentine woman couldn't decide how to feel about it. Loyalty to her pack and to her son (who's existance unwillingly bound her to Recluse's forever) brought the first waves of anger but behind it, an odd sort of relief. Medusa had said they would not be slaves but.. well, from what Aryn knew of the stinky girl with whom she'd lived, 'fun plans' did not sound promising either. As she began to think of what their new alpha might have in store for them, Aryn's fear began to grow past both the relief and the fury.

No sooner did the terror grip her did Aryn begin to stand, her limbs shaking slightly. While Medusa was preoccupied now was the time to run - but not away, like Ichor seemed to be suggesting. No, she still had Veigar to worry about, and she promised she would never run away from him again. Turning on her heels the woman fled, back south east and toward the volcano that had been their pack lands. To find Veigar, explain what had happened, and with her son begin to consider their next movements... quickly!

-exit Aryn-