What do you do when the devil comes for you?

She watched as Grimnir set a heavy paw in front of Baldur, snaping at the dark teenager before putting her child in his paws. "Thank you Damien," she called, though the storm washed out her voice. She didn't exactly trust Baldur with Damien though. He was only a teen and possibly a teen with no caretaker experience. But right now, the goal was to get her children to a safe place.

Lusa wanted to get out as fast as she can, so when Bruke and Grim began moving, she was more than willing to follow. Every so often she glanced back, seeing if everyone was okay. They were lucky that only one wolf was injured, but that unlucky wolf was her.

When they reached the dry imfirmary she was bought to a mossy bed. Ayana set Peridot by her side. Thank the Moon that they made it saftley. Blue eyes filled up with worry as she glanced around. No Ohen or Chevalier in sight. Her ears folded back and her lip curled back. "Where is Chevalier? They both should be here by now!" She growled loudly, making it clear she was in fact not pleased to not have Chevalier next to his sister. She glanced around again. "What the fuck?!" She stood up and lifted her injured leg. She went up to the surface to glance around. "No Baldur either?!" She stormed back inside, hudling close by her little girl. "Both of my sons are not here!"