Charles
Lady Anna Barrmount
Grunewald Castle dungeons, Vallen

There its was, the voice was replying to her. She wasn't hallucinating, the wolf was speaking to her... Was this something wild animals could do? None of the birds or snow hares she healed spoke to her before, not even that one deer long ago. 

"A-Arabella, that's... That's a really cute name..." Bit by bit, Anna slowly assimilated the situation. The fact that the animal was holding a conversation made it easier, as she never stopped talking when given the chance.

"Ten years? Oh gods..." As the animal spoke, she forgot her manners an made herself comfortable, sitting cross-legged despite the dress. She rested her elbows on her knees and her head on her hands, leaning fowards as she listened.

"I couldn't be able to stand being away from home for so long..." Grief slowly crept up her face as realization hit her: it was very much possible that, if they weren't able to kick Vivayn away, she would have to spend all that time away. Maybe she wouldn't be able to come back ever.

 Tears dwelled on her eyes, making her eyes go red once again. At the wolf's next question, she dried her oncoming tears with the back of her hand. Did the animal really endure so many years away from her home?

"Well uhm..." How to explain the whirlwind of chaos that interrupted her life "Sickness came, the plague. It killed my brother and my people. Then that *Rat* Came and killed the remainder of my people and crashed the funeral and... My sister told me to flee and come here for help, but so far I'm doing a horrible job" A sad short laugh scaped her lips as she fixed her eyes on the floor.

Anna shook her head, enough grief for today.

"And you Arabella? Where do you come from? Why did you flee?"
Heather
Cecilia Lyanah
Grunewald Dungeons

The wolf eyed the Barrmount as she made herself comfortable while she continued to speak. From the short amount of time Cecilia had gotten to know her, the shifter concluded that Anna was the type of person who could talk another's ear off. Usually she would have no interest in listening to someone's pity stories, however she had nothing better to do while trapped like the animal she was. As Anna began to tear up, Cecilia reached her paw through the bars and rested it agains't the woman's lap. She felt uncomfortable when she began to cry so the shifter did her best to comfort her in hopes to prevent any more tears. 

The shifter listened to the situation Anna was currently in and what had brought her to leave her home before making a mental note in regards to the plague reaching the Witherlands. It seemed Taemar was currently the only kingdom that remained plague free. Was it witchcraft that allowed the plague to remain by the borders? Leaving Taemar untouched. Though Cecilia felt little to no empathy towards humans besides Heath, the shifter knew what it felt like to lose a sibling before being forced to go on the run.

*'The Council will commence tomorrow, you still have enough time to ask for help.'* The wolf brought her paw back towards herself and lowered her body until she was laying against the floor. She hadn't expected Anna to question her about her own past, so the two sat in a moment of silence while Cecilia thought on what to say. 

*'I don't know where I am from originally. When I was younger, I never stepped foot outside my village. I was too young to know the names of each towns and kingdoms that surrounded my home, so when I was forced to escape, I didn't take note on which direction I travelled. I never stayed in a town for too long either in fear I would be found and constantly travelled from kingdom to kingdom. Eventually, I lost track of where my village was located. Not that I would be able to return there. Now that I think about it, It must have been over a decade when the hunters came and murdered my family and neighbours. I'm not the best when it comes to tracking dates or years.'*
Charles
Lady Anna Barrmount
Grunewald Castle dungeons, Vallen

"I know it is tomorrow, but the king thinks that rat is a good man, I'm sure the rest will too..."

Anna pet the nearby paw mindlessly as she paid close attention to the wolf's story. Not knowing where you're from, losing all your family, wandering around your whole life trying to not get caught, not being able to come back... The Barrmount felt as if an invisible hand clenched tightly around her heart. How much pain and loneliness must the poor animal have endured?

"Who's hunting you? Are they the same people that did those wounds to you?"

She couldn't see the wounds with all the fur, nor had she been able to notice the slow self healing of the beast, but if there was blood there must have been wounds. Maybe she could help, it wasn't the first injured animal she had patched up.

"Did the... *Inmortal*" The word felt strange in her mouth "Do this to you? Do you need help? I could find bandages, or maybe get you to safety"

What if the person who did this to Arabella came back? Would they kill her? Oh no no no, Anna couldn't handle the idea.
Heather
Cecilia Lyanah
Grunewald Dungeons

She doubted everyone would side with Nathaniel at the council, knowing it was impossible for all the nobles and royalty to agree with eachother without an issue rising. When Anna began asking questions in regards to her story and the injuries that were currently present, the wolf gave a small shake of her head. 

*'I haven't crossed paths with the hunters that took my family as of yet. I never remain in one place for long.'* In saying that, Cecilia hoped to flee her imprisonment before the week came to an end. That was, if she was to survive her current ordeal. The shifter was unsure on her current predicament, knowing many would want her head after her attack against the Duchess. 

*'Nickles hadn't cause me me any harm besides the rock he through at my head.* She assured before falling silent towards the question on who had caused her wounds. She was unsure how to explain her predicament, so instead, the shifter decided to move the conversation along. *'I don't need bandages. My wounds have almost fully healed and I doubt the dumb islander guard would allow you to take me away from these dungeons.'*

Cecilia **Hated** Those islanders.
Charles
Lady Anna Barrmount
Grunewald Castle dungeons, Vallen

"Nickles? I feel like I've heard that name before..." She scratched her head as she tried to refresh her memory "Oh the wounds are healed!" Her voice sounded alike to a squeak when that phrase came out of her mouth "When you're recovered I could maybe... Uhm..." Her face lit up as an idea came to her mind "Oh! I could sneak you out! No wait, you're too big... And I'm a terrible liar..."

She tilted her head to the side, her brows furrowed and eyes narrowed as she was deep in thought.

"Is it really that hard to open this cell? Maybe I could steal the keys, though I've never stolen anything... Ugh!"

She stood up and approached the lock, examining it. It wasn't much different from the ones used back home, but alas she knew barely anything about locks. 

"Arabella, do you think we could break the lock?"
Heather
Cecilia Lyanah
Grunewald Dungeons

*'You need to lower your voice.'* She shifter warned while occassionally glancing towards the dungeon entrance, hoping the guard hadn't heard her. In her peripheral vision, the shifter noticed a few rat's scurrying from the darkness and hoped they would make their way towards her cell so she could eat. Retuning her attention towards Anna, the shifter wondered if it was as easy to escape as the Barrmount made it out to be. She highly doubted it and preferred to not risk getting the both of them in trouble. 

*'I don't have the strength to escape at the moment.'* She replied with a sad sigh, her ears lowering against her head. When Anna began to study the lock, the wolf simply watched her with curiosity before an idea began to form in her mind. *'If you're able to break through the lock, I might have the chance to regain my strength to it's fullest potential. Even though I won't be able to escape now, I would have a chance with escaping later.'*

Thought it was tempting to attack the woman the moment she managed to open the cell doors, Cecilia knew it was smarter to have the lady on her side for the future. Human's didn't taste that great anyways.
Rosa
The Islander Guard
Castle Grunewald

Saeman was still standing by the dungeons when the Lady started remarking at just how quickly the wolf was healing, promptly followed be a loud and verbal suggestion to escape. "Fucking _Mainlanders._" The Islander sighed, knocking his wooden club against the doorframe.

"Aye well, it appears that tha time fer visitation hours is over. Thank ye fer feedin' 'er. But ye best get on yer way, milady." Saeman's tone was annoyed. Although he was trying earnestly to give the girl some respect. What kind of a woman just _walked_ into a King's castle and began to arrange the escape of the prisoners inside? During a Council of Marin? He shook his head. 

"Get out of there now, girl." He hit the doorframe with his club again. "We're locking up fer tha night."