In the few seconds of silence she had time to sweep her eyes over the room, this trap in which she found herself skulking like a prey animal. Something inside rebelled against this, but her sense was stronger than pride for now. There was a table, which she saw as a flat hollow object, and chairs, all liberally coated in dust and grime. The rest of the human paraphernalia lying around was unintelligible to her. Her breathing slowed to a deep tremble rather than the quick panting of fright, and then caught in her windpipe as the first footsteps were heard. She pressed herself to the wall. Would it be her protection? Or her prison?
Then, as the first of his scent filtered through the stiflingly still air and the sound of canine claws upon solid surface drummed into her ears, Legacy realised the horrifying truth: she knew who this was, and how could she be surprised? A twisted creature like that deserved a place like this. Unpleasant, unfeeling, built in the basest of violent instinct. She could not believe that he would have changed for the better since their last encounter - and if he'd grown as much and shifted as she had, then she really was in trouble. No one would find her here. Not in time.
Though her heart fluttered, the wolf retained her clarity of mind; the door opened inwards. He must not be allowed in. As his deranged voice resonated from every wall, only just recognisable, Legacy moved across the room in a few quick paces, seized a chair, hefted it awkwardly back and jammed the metal frame against the door. She'd just meant to build a flimsy block - but by chance the chair-back lodged beneath the handle and held firmly, braced at an angle against the floor. She stepped back a few paces, breathing quickly, nervously, and surveyed this. It looked secure, at least. Time would tell if once again her strength and resolve would be tested. She'd tasted mortality, now. Legacy would fight him, if she had to.
He must know where she was now. He would be at the right door at any moment. Keeping her keen eyes fixed upon the empty window panels, Legacy called out, trying not to let her voice waver. "Get out of here. Leave me alone."