Nymphadora had been keeping a decent pace for someone that had rarely been outside the city<i>and </i>was wearing heels to boot (yay!  My firsy official pum of this thread!)  She had kept her complaints to herself so far.  Truth be told, her mind was reeling about what to do next.  How would she find shelter for these people tonight?  How would she get them food?  Was that big armor thingy going to need more fuel or maintenance?  Where would she find that?  Did she remember there was a town in the forrest, or did she remember her father's maps wrong?  She wiped away a tear with a silken handkerchief she produced from inside her bra before stuffing it back away.  Her last image of mommy and daddy had been the two of them rutting at one another like animals.  It had almost been too much.  The royal court in moments reduced to acting like animals when the guards had hurriedly escorted her away.  Now she was here...<br/><br/>She turned and looked, realizing the others were talking and had stopped.  She was several steps ahead and turned to look at them.  "I'm sorry, what did you say?"  She then noticed them moving forward with intent and she was taken aback, backing up herself.  That look in their eyes, where they?!  Her thought was interupted by a gowl and the bump of a large wet snout against her wide posterior that made her gasp and look over her shoulder at the wolves.  "Oh!  Uh... good puppy... oh wait... puppies... oh... my... happy puppies..."  she looked shocked at the sight of the wolfmest hanging and a realization of their intent.  She froze and blushed visibly, covering her mouth with one gloveletted hand.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>