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Rosalyn was content to leave the silence while they waited.  She didn't want to talk about what had happened just yet, not when she still felt shell-shocked by it all.  Cleaning the wounds gave her something to concentrate on aside, and she remained at it until others began to arrive.

She tensed, when she scented them.  It was in fact Drageda lands they bordered now, and Rosalyn watched as a few filtered in, waiting for Thuringwethil's arrival and her own inevitable consequences.  Honestly, if the lead female came, she wasn't sure she would even make it past the joining alive.  Their last meeting she barely had.

She didn't come.  Instead the leader seemed to be another man, one Rosalyn recognized vaguely from her time here, though she didn't remember his name.  She let Erzulie speak, though she did rise, her own paws and muscles protesting the movement.  The bear had laid some marks, and it would be a while before either of them were able to run well after their flight.  She nodded to Erzulie when she spoke, but then glanced down when she was introduced, her ears casting sideways uncertainly.

She did not know if he recognized her, or what the rest of the pack would think.  She was a little too tired to care, but she ached at the thought of needing to leave Erzulie there should she be turned aside.