As Em was walking back to camp the bucket thrashed wildly, like if it had a mind of its own and was trying to escape the hands of the one who controlled it. The story seemed dramatic, a still life version of her life, but soon she was distracted. The slave girl felt a presence was getting closer to her, her throat closed in the anticipation of some sort of beating but then the presence left. Her head slowly turned around to see the werewolf stopping the other one, she couldn't hear them from were she stood but she felt grateful any way.