Accalia was glad that Audurn decided to help her gather more dry sticks for the ever growing fire. After all, collecting sticks in the dark by yourself was not the smartest or safest thing to do. Two was always better than one. With that thought in mind, the woman followed after Audurn, her shoes crunching lightly in the snow that sprinkled the ground. Eventually, the pair found an area that was abundant in dry firewood and it didn't take them long to acquire a large amount of the stuff. "Yes, this should be enough." The woman replied to Audrun and turned her back to him as she straightened her pile of sticks, listening to him as she did so. "Well, it's easier to protect everyone when we're all together like this, to be honest, and we're a pack. We never leave another behind, even if they are old and slow or weak and young." When her statement was only met with silence, Accalia stopped what she was doing and turned to Audurn, who looked like he was going to attack something. Raising an eyebrow, the woman pulled her dagger and walked over to him slowly, taking care to keep her feet from crunching so loudly. However, as she got closer to Audurn and could finally see what he was planning on killing, she relaxed her stance slightly. [I]That spear isn't even going to touch that fox...[/I] Her predict proved to be true only moments later and before the woman could return to what they had been doing before, Audurn took off after the fox. "Hey, wait!" 

Accalia ended up following the man on his wild good chase after the fox but it eventually paid off since he ended up cornering it. Though, just before he could deliver the killing blow, the distinctive sound of battle could be heard coming from the direction that their tribes had been in. A feeling of dread and fear rendered her speechless and all she could do was nod as Audurn's suggestion. Time seemed to stop when they finally arrived back at camp, only to find it coated in dead bodies and blood. The sight drew a pained cry from Accalia and she gripped her chest tightly, her eyes watering slightly as she spied the body of baby buried face down in the mud. This was the second time that someone from her tribe had died and she was the one that survived. Not wanting to have a break down when she needed to be strong, the woman straightened and inhaled deeply before blowing it out. "We can't stay here. Whoever attacked might come back to either cover their tracks or make sure no one survived. Even if they don't come back, we can't take that chance. Let's get some supplies and find some place safe to stay in for the night. Traveling at night light this is way too dangerous, especially with killers on the loose."

And with that, Accalia slipped her dagger into its sheath and jogged over to the nearest tent, which was splattered with blood and slightly torn in some spots. When she went inside, the woman quickly got to work with searching through the original owner's things to find some food and water that they could take along with them. After looking around for a bit, she stumbled across a small knapsack that had a few pieces of dried meat and a half a thing of water. She even added a few extra things that she figured they would need to the little bag as well. "This should do." The woman muttered to herself but, just as she was about to leave, she heard a sound behind her. With narrowed eyes, Accalia dropped the bag and pulled out her dagger in one swipe, her brown eyes scanning the are around her. "Who's there?" She demanded and, to her surprise, received a soft wail in response. Recognizing that it was simply a scared child, the woman quickly put away her dagger and made her way over to his hiding spot. It was only then that she realized that it was the Alpha Female's youngest son, Weylyn.

"Weylyn..!" Accalia exclaimed softly as she gently picked the child up in her arms; He was only about four years old and was practically shaking in fear. "W-where's mommy?" He inquired, sniffling slightly as he did so. "I'm not sure at the moment." Acalia lied, not wanting to tell the boy that his mother was dead with her throat slit open near the bonfire. "We'll look for her later but, for now, we must leave." The child sniffled again and nodded reluctantly. "O-Okay..."

"Audurn! Audurn! Did you find anything?" The woman called as she walked out the tent, Weylyn in one arm and the bag in the other. "If not, I did but we should probably get going before it gets too dark..Audurn? Can you hear me?" She still hadn't heard him respond yet, nor could she see him. Not only that, Weylyn was getting restless after she had told him to close his eyes and don't open them until she told him too.