Vieira's journey back seemed to take longer than expected. She was carrying more weight than on the way down and it slowed her pace. She found a satchel in a house where she found the blankets and carried the alcohol bottles in that so she did not drop or break any of them. She also have a large blanket that covered the satchel and two others, a small and medium to large sized one in her arms. Unfortunately, a little more than half way there she felt fatigued and didn't think she could carry all the weight. She stopped for a drink and went through her things, trying to decide what to give up. She knew giving up any of the alcohol bottles were not an option, whether or not Kaena would find out, and so Vieira left the large of the two blankets she was carrying in her arms and carried the large one (which was overwhelming a little) and it reduced some of the stress on her shoulders.


Kaena had been pleased with her arrival and Vieira could not have helped a smile on her face. Vieira set to making up a small bed in her room of the cave and setting it up to get into easily should she be on four legs instead of two.


It was dark now and the evening was quiet. Kaena was out and away from the den and she considered curling up in her blankets and dozing off. She knew she needed the rest but she also knew she should be awake for her return, whenever it may be. Astaroth had punished her many times for sleeping without permission. So for now, she went to the mouth of the cave and glanced back and forth for her owner's presence but she saw nothing. However, fire caught her attention and she glanced over, a little surprised. The main fire pit was not lit this morning and this knew one made her curious. With the wind cold on her fur, she stepped out of the mouth of the cave and walked a few yards to see if she recognized the woman. It was not Ava, nor Snake, and so she lingered back for a moment without realizing she could easily be seen.

She had been noticed after a moment and Vieira knew she would have been. She lingered too long and now she could not turn around and go back inside Kaena's cave. Vieira's golden eyes looked to the fire and then away, sniffing the air for Kaena's immediate scent but it was missing and she decided that it was okay. She could return to the cave soon enough, hopefully, but she had been given permission to move away from the cave but it was limited. The cave area was a safe place for her to go and so she moved, though still nervously, and sat down by the fire.


The slave was not all that close, perhaps a few feet away, but it was good enough for her. She felt the flicker of warmth as it filled her and her eyes watched the flame. After she had been sitting a moment, she scooted closer and put her hands in her lap. "Thank you, ma'am," she said and let her tail thump on the ground before it curled against her petite and tiny form.

In a land where slaves were not common, she was faced with a lot. Ava had tried to be nice to her and tried to open her up and act less like an empty shell of an object. Rikka, however unknown to the situation, was doing it unintentionally. Vieira smiled a little and nodded, giving it a try. "Yes, Rikka," she said quietly. It was foreign on her tongue when a simple ma'am, sir, miss, master, or whatever other addition to who she was talking to was applied. Astaroth had demanded the use of Father or Master when spoken to and Sivaro went with Master or Sir. Eris didn't seem to care as long as she was fawned over and Vieira did her best to worship the woman in order to prevent being chained up outside in the cold.


"I am new, yes, it is nice to meet you" she said and glanced toward the woman and then back at the fire to keep her focus away and out of any sort of eye contact. "My name is Vieira Lykoi," she began and hesitated, but picked up the rest of her introduction, "I belong to Kaena Lykoi." Vieira looked forward to the day when the majority of the clan knew and would not have to ask her who she was and she would not have to indicate she belonged to someone. It was easier at Eterne when she never got an introduction and if she did, it was not common.

"I do not think we are related," she murmured and looked at her. "There are two here that are my half siblings, Samael and Razekiel," she added on and nodded. It's what Kaena said and she had no reason to disbelieve. Eris had told her she was a Lykoi when Sivaro died and the female had taken her and Vieira had no reason to not to believe her, either.

The woman got a similar response to that of Ava or Snake and she looked at her cold fingers, wiggling them and pushing them to rest on her knees to feel the warmth. She did not respond right away because she did not feel threatened. She might have been hit by one of her formers owners for taking so long and perhaps it was because Eris was so erratic and careless about keeping her in line that some of it wore off. However, for the most part, Vieira knew better. She turned her head slightly to look at the others feet in thought. "I belong to Kaena," she repeated for emphasis but she knew she would have to explain.


"I arrived yesterday for Kaena," she said and hoped she would not ask about the details. Vieira could not (or thought she could not) give them out. "I am her slave," she finished up quickly and made sure it was to the point instead of beating around the bush. Her ears angled backward. Vieira was not entirely upset over this, she knew not the taste of freedom and was sure she would not know what to do with herself if she had it.

Vieira opened her mouth to answer and then realized it might be information Kaena did not want to share. Simply, she shook her head and indicated she could not know and instead watched as Rikka began to connect everything together by the pieces and suddenly, when it clicked, everything changed. Her voice changed and she sounded so angry that Vieira began to get nervous for the others actions. She didn't know what to expect but Vieira knew she had to remain on good terms with everyone, especially those related to Kaena. Her ears angled backward and she parted her mouth to answer, but no words came.


The former seemed so nice and now Vieira wasn't sure what to think. She was getting angry at the idea, something she had not experienced. Back home, slaves were acceptable and it was not often times questioned. Not many coyotes knew of her blood relation to her master but nonetheless, it would not have mattered. Here was completely different. The other coyotes and Silas seemed to accept she was far lower than them socially, that she was a slave and property, but did not look at her the same. No one did. Now Rikka was acting as if she were angry and the woman did not know why. Perhaps if she had a taste of free will before submitting to power but she had never had such a thing.


When she felt her nervousness and worry hit the roof, the woman began to stand. She knew she would be leaving the company of another without permission or order but she did not feel right. Something like this could get her in trouble and she wanted to do what she could to avoid punishment. "I sh-should go before Miss Kaena comes back," she murmured in the process of standing.

Vieira straightened when she stood and dusted her backside off lightly while taking a few steps back. She decided she needed to be careful when she introduced herself next time. They tried to get her out of her shell but it was not possible, especially not under someone's control. Vieira could live with Ava's reaction, even Snake's, but Rikka's was very strong and she got upset rather easily. It just made her believe further than slavery was not even accepted here. Her eyes scanned for Kaena when the other approached and she apologized. She lingered a moment longer while standing and stared at the floor.


After a moment of silence and stiffly standing in place, she stepped forward again and awkwardly sat back down. Her head turned slightly to glance at Rikka and feeling the warmth of the fire again. While glancing at her feet, she had a realization. What if Rikka told Kaena what she thought? She'd never experienced someone so strongly opinionated against slaves. What if Kaena thought Vieira was complaining? Her ears rested back against her head. "Please don't talk to Kaena about it, miss Rikka," she said quietly, fighting a whimper. She didn't know what kind of punishments Kaena had in mind, if any at all, and she did not want to start now.

Her response was not taken and instead, Rikka announced she wanted to just as Vieira had expected. She listened and stared at the flames, her hands lightly toughing the fur on the back of her calves. Even if Rikka could make Kaena believe Vieira had nothing to do with it, she still fear the punishment. Astaroth or Sivaro would not have stood for anyone disagreeing with them about owning a slave (not that anyone did) and it was just another reason for either of them to take anger out on her in a punishment form. They always found ways. She had only been here two days and she was already upsetting people.


Vieira wanted to object and convince Rikka it was not a good idea. She was on the other side. She was built not to have feelings, but she did, she simply had to fight them off and keep them to herself. She was built not to have any sort of will making everything easy. Without a personality with either of those, she was an object and it did not matter. Blame would be on her, she was sure of it, and she swallowed hard with fear. Even if Kaena did not punish her, the ghosts of her former owners would find a way.

Vieira listened while Rikka tried to convince her that she was a coyote, that she was real and not an object. Her eyes blinked away and she stared at her cold hands. The woman could not believe it. She knew she had feelings and bled when she was poked but she was not supposed to. Her ears ears swiveled and cupped forward, shaking her head to try and convince her otherwise. It were not that easy. Vieira knew it wasn't. She could not be something else, not without any sort of help or guidance. She could not undo everything done to her. It was permanent and haunt her. The ghosts of her owners would hurt her somehow, she knew it. They were still hurting her today and she could do nothing.


"No, I am different," she said and turned her head, looking at the ground between the two of them. "I have always been a slave, I have never had rights... I'm... I am different," she stumbled, still feeling nervous. She could not change this. Rikka could not change this. She still worried about Kaena, if Rikka spoke to her... she could not shake it. Her jaws tightened as she fell into silence and she lifted her hand, touching her muzzle and lightly brushing the septum piercing in her nose before it slid back over her head while she tried to deal with the new stress.

Vieira jerked when she saw Rikka's hand. She knew it was not to lash out at her but it was a natural reflex when something neared her. Her jaw tightened and she took a breath while trying to settle the quickening of her heart. A hand usually meant a lash of some sort and while her gesture had been gentle and laid easily on her knee, her natural reflex was hard to fight. Her eyes closed as she soothed herself within a few seconds and opened to Rikka trying to look at her. Awkwardly, she turned her head away from the girl and stared to the other side.


It was hard to listen to Rikka's words when her training was so ingrained into her mind. She disagreed with the other coyote but could not find it in herself to argue again. She could only go so far with the disagreement and after that, she fell silent. Her fingers twisted as she cupped her hands together and resisted the urge to pull away from her touch.

Vieira knew Rikka was trying to help but it was making her uncomfortable. She knew none of her owners would want anyone talking to her about this, especially the deceased ones and she could hear them screaming in her mind. All of sudden, she realized she could not take it anymore and she jerked away completely from her touch. She could not believe that someone was nice like this, that she was more than a slave, that she was not supposed to be this. Her mind could not handle it. When she realized she pulled away and could not feel Rikka's hand on her, she looked at her leg and shook her head. "I'm sorry, ma'am," she mumbled and put her hand to her eyes, rubbing them and moving away.


"I need to go back now," she murmured. She knew she needed to go back before Kaena returned to an empty cave. She had to make things were tidy and in place like it was left, even though it was. Vieira never messed with anything and usually sat in her little room. She just had to make sure she was back, ready for whatever Kaena wished. Quickly, Vieira scrambled to stand and almost stumbled back to the ground but she was able to keep her balance and stand, waiting for half a second on permission to leave but she knew Rikka would not give commands and she would have to take the chance to go herself.