ooc: Totally being vague. I just know that Matt wanted Mag to be escorted tethered to Charlemagne.
Over and done. That was all, that was what she strove for; to take this terrible event and make it nothing more than a memory and recapture some semblance of normality again. Given the circumstances, it was unlikely any form of norm would be attained without some further test of both the pack resilience and her patience. But for that goal she would try and take the steps toward that desired goal; let this all fall by the wayside so that her attention was better spent patching the wounds dealt to the pack by these degenerate’s invasion.
Her steps were not quick but indeed purposeful as she led the march to the devil’s door once again. Behind her trailed the small band followed by the captive tethered to the formidable beast on loan by her mate. In truth she was a stranger to the treatment of the captives having never been given the opportunity to test her will against them, but she had heard tales from the Nomads, both new and seasoned members alike. Some were tortured, beaten within an inch of their lives for circumstances that, at the time, her young mind could not understand. It had both intrigued and frightened her. Yet with one of her own, she could not lift a paw nor harbored a desire to do so, despite the wrongs committed by this female’s pack upon the request of their leader. Somberly she glanced back at the Salsolan briefly before returning her attention to the path ahead. No… harming her would have given no advantage, but she could not deny her instinct in that taking out her frustrations would have been satisfying.
The party came to a halt by her lead; a swift sweep of her tail and a sharp incline of her head as the stench of the enslaved match that of the vile aroma caught on the wind, and in front were the conductors of this exchange. Comfortably, the golden she-wolf seated herself.