Ankyra Sound calling doctor jones

i was gonna start one so you read my mindddd!!!!

Even if she didn't feel two steps from passing out, Rosalyn probably wouldn't have felt bad letting Vlad do most of the work in getting her here.  And in digging the den.  And in likely keeping her alive for the next few days to weeks at least. Possibly (probably) longer. Though the idea that her fate rested squarely in the paws of her Russian compatriot was terrifying at best, of all the Saltwinter wolves, he was the one she trusted most. And while she didn't mind taking care of herself, she wasn't about to feel guilty about (or fail to enjoy a little) help freely given. As much as she depended on him, she knew, on some levels, he depended on her too. That was how pack worked, right? She'd avoided that codependency a long time, but now couldn't be more happy to have it.

Even in her state, the joke didn't fly over. "Convenient," she returned from where she lay on her stomach nearby, unwilling to roll on her side and inflame the gouges that littered each. She felt like a pile of seaweed, all the tension having left her muscles the instant Vlad announced they were stopping. Dragging herself into cover might have to wait an hour or two. "but you better make sure I'm good and dead first. Bury me alive and you'll be the first one I haunt." She'd always thought being a ghost might be a good time. Plenty of laughs to it.