<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.45em;"><strong>Ashley</strong> </span><strong>at the camp  The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Bella,]</strong><br/><br/>Ashley had split from Ivy and Imogene as soon as they were safely on the road to Avonleigh.  She had to see the soldier, Alfreic Slate, that the party was hunting with.  She had a notion that he was somehow important to her.  That he could maybe be the protection she, them--the girls, needed for the duration of their stay.<br/><br/>He would not let another bad man like Jack near them she was sure.  That something haunted Mr. Slate, she had no doubt, but "didn't something haunt everyone?"  she reasoned to herself.  She motioned Firefox onward through the countryside looking for the telltale signs of campfire and humans.<br/><br/>Finally seeing smoke, an exhausted and bedraggled Ashley rode into camp. She's totally unaware of the picture she presents, her hair has completely fallen, tear stains steak her face, and mud, dirt and blood streak the front of her riding habit.  Her nails, cracked and broken tip cut and brushed hands.  All she realizes is that to her dismay, the man she is looking for is not there.<br/><br/>Grabbing clumps of grass, Ashley wiped down Foxfire then turned her out to graze.  Not able to meet anyones eyes, she walks to the edge of the fire, and stares into it, trying not to relive the horror of the day.