Nocturne Summit BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

The call had sounded, and the Thrall had come. 
Wordlessly, she had made her way toward the call, placing some of her weight on her injured leg. It was healing, thanks to Harely, but still it was not healed. The deep cuts around her ankle had faded to the brightness of new scars, and glancing down at them, Althaia noticed something. Her anger, her fear was still there, but also acceptance. Yes, she would play this role. Yes, she had made a mistake, and this was much her fault. But she would be damned if she stayed here.

She approached her master carefully, letting him know with a small chuff and a lowered head that she was here to serve. Her anger, her bitterness, her emotions had gotten in the way in the past weeks, but no longer. No longer would she be driven by them.