If you wanna get out alive

The smell of blood was thick in the air, bodies littered around the camp as Lucette came upon the scene. Both Bae-Syl and his dog were injured… and Divinities above Bae looked bad. Yet adrenaline pushed him onward, snarling and facing each opponent in his wake. Very little wolves were left to face him now. Lucy gritted her teeth, charging in with fangs bared as kept near Bae and bristled at those who remained. Anger flashed in her eyes as she spoke, her voice low and angry. “You lost this fight! Your leader is dead, and if you don’t want to end up the same, you’ll run with your tails between your legs!” She spat with venom. Bae-Syl and his dog were tangoed with more fights, but one of their opponents broke away, rounding on her.

“You think we’re afraid of a pair of injured mutts and a starved bit–” Then came a flash of ashen cream and black fur. A new snarl ripped through the air and Lucette’s eyes widened as she saw Beauregard fell into the new guy. Judging by how he held one of his legs, the bone was either broken or fractured. Dried blood was crusted upon it from when the raiders had injured him. Lucy’s eyes flashed… dammit… this was all to the death then, wasn’t it?! Cursing the tiny fae broke away from the brawls. She didn’t want any of them getting distracted trying to protect her.

The snarling of the fights continued behind her as she rushed to where the raiders kept their supplies. Hastily paws dug through blankets, moved weapons, determined to find things to tend their wounds. There wasn’t a lot she could do for the legs, but with fresh water and the blankets she could clear wounds and make makeshift bandages. If she got lucky she’d find some herbs as the men finished things off. Her heart hammered in her chest, anger flicking through her as more of the slaves ran from the camp to their freedom. As much as she was glad they were free… she damned their cowardice for not assisting those who tried to free them. Canteens were moved to one side with a couple of blankets - likely for the leader - and a dagger to cut them. She found a small pouch that smelled of herbs but upon inspection they had become bad…

Fuck… was she really going to have to try and help them get home with barely being able to treat them?

"Speech!"