Verissa hiked Remilia further up on her chest, doing her best to be careful of her newly splinted leg. Whispering in the dog's ear, [color=a187be][i][b]"It will be okay love, we're going to go somewhere nice and quiet so you can rest."[/b][/i][/color] Remus stuck close to his mother as usual, constantly looking up to check on his sister. As they moved through the hustle and bustle of the camp, anytime a person or another dog got close to them, Remus would uncharacteristically growl and snarl at them. Verissa didn't notice the hushed whispers or the sidelong glances or even outright stares that were cast her way. It wouldn't take long until every member of the camp knew that Asher's little slave nearly took off Jasper's head and sent him scurrying like the rat he is. Everyone knew of his more unpleasant desires, and assumed that he'd been successful. A couple of people even joked that once she'd killed Jasper, that Asher would be next and she'd become a proper Kvaren with a necklace of severed testicles. It didn't help at all that many of the people had seen her use magic on the poor dog. Everyone was certain that the little blonde woman would earn her freedom, taking it so far as to already preparing themselves to say goodbye to Asher. Verissa arrived at their tent and set Remilia down gently on a sack of sacks, telling her to stay when the pup tried to rise. Remus guarded his sister dutifully as Verissa began to pack the wagon. She'd been living here long enough, helped move long enough that she knew the best ways to pack it so that belongings didn't get left out, nor would they fall out or be blown away. The work was cathartic, letting her focus on the lifting and organizing. She was nearly halfway done when she stopped to rest, her body sticky with sweat. She slumped down next to her dogs, huffing and puffing. [color=a187be][i][b]"We'll have to go back to that stream, get my staff." [/b][/i][/color] She pat their heads, scratched behind their ears, "[color=bc8dbf][i][b]But let's rest for now."[/b][/i][/color]