sound off; this is the call

Nope, glad someone got her there, I have been stuck in RL this past few days, gah!! ugh... sorry for this shameful post.

Nerian stayed back from the group, the scent of the bitch though fading was still pungent. She did not want to be anywhere near Ragnar at the moment, though she'd follow him anywhere even still.

As he sang, so did she, letting her voice carry as far and and long as it needed to, having proved not to long ago over Pump's fallen form she could do just that, she lingered absently, lost, confused, and hurt without direction. but here, where she was needed most.