Stavanger Bay shipwreck (IC joining)

There had been a pause. Not from her own wanting of course, but rather the enchanting demand of her capturer. He had found her, and called her. From the blessed sovereignty of; Nerian, their small home, and the entirety of Stavanger Bay. He had taken her, again.

However, unlike the first abduction, this one had concluded in a relatively short amount of time. For he had an agenda. To remind her of her purpose within the lands, refresh her sense of fear, and send her off with an obligatory sense of purpose. It had worked. Making her back towards the pack's boarders, Chrysanthemum was as broken as the day she had initially arrived. However, unlike her missing eye, these wounds were hidden. She would never tell a soul.

Squatting when the sights became somewhat familiar, she expelled her nerves in the form of stinking waste. Once done, she raked her back claws before standing still -attempting to decipher her proximity from Nerian's den. Of course she bitterly anticipated the explanation that would undoubtedly be required, but more important than that was the actual reunion itself. In the days and hours that she had spent in Bughuul's company, she had so desperately starved for the medic. However, when her nose went into the still wind, she was met with the revelation of another. Breathing more deeply, Chrys summarily decided that even more so than herself -he did not belong. Instantly becoming serious and possessive of what she had come to reclaim, the near yearling advanced in style.

Growling none to quietly to surrounding darkness, she ignored the pain that had returned to her eye some time ago. Without Nerian, it had regressed some, but this did not stop the juvenile from striving to protect her and everyone else within the presumably resting Stavanger Bay. However, it wasn't very long on the stranger's trail that Chrysanthemum encountered him -from behind. Staring indifferently at the end of his stature, she snarled a anti-hello. "You're too close"