Josephine scurried through the forest, skittering to the rose garden. Upon getting there, Raoul was nowhere in sight initially. "Raoul?" There was no answer. She bit her lip and glanced around. "Raoul?" Her footsteps traveled along the grass as she searched, wondering if he was hiding. Lips parted to call out again, Josephine's gaze finally fell on a shadow half hidden in the shade of the rose bushes. A muffled cry arose as she neared it, and realized it was her companion; and lover, perhaps. "Raoul!" Tears stung her eyes as she rushed to him, very carefully pulling him away from the bushes and cradling his head in her lap. Her gaze caught on this shirt, tied around his chest and stained by then with red. The scent of blood was heavy in the air, and she knew it might attract wolves or bears. "Please wake up. Please."