Amora soon found herself alone in the dark streets, arms full of bags and packages of spices and herbs, uncertain of what to do next. Midnight was gone; that wasn't much of an issue since she remembered where the house was. Still, she had other thoughts floating around in her head other than ones involving going back. 'I could run. He's gone, no one else seems to be around, I could just run.' She felt terribly homesick, missing her family. Of course, there was always the issue of being caught. 'He might not even be the one to catch me, it could be one of those brutes from earlier...' She shook her head, that was enough of a reason for her to go back; they could be lurking.<br/><br/>As she walked back, she could hear movement. She stopped, glancing back only to find nothing. She kept walking, it hurt dreadfully, but not as much as before. Hairs pricked up on the back of her neck when she heard a throaty growl right behind her. Out of the corner of her eye she could see two dark colored dogs, looking at her like she was prey, red eyes gleaming. Amora swallowed, took a step, then ran as fast as she could with her injury.<br/><br/>'Crapcrapcrapcrapcrap!' She was panting by the time she saw the house, limping so much she was certain she would fall down at any moment, the dogs at her heels. She ran into the door with her shoulder, quickly remembering it was locked, then glanced down fearfully at the hell hounds creeping up on her. They looked eager to catch their prey.