Trix saw a woman holding a short spear, saying something to her gruffly, in that foreign language that she was deciding to dub as Screamish. Trix found her choice of hair to be very masculine and not at all proper for a woman. She hoped she wouldn't be forced to cut her hair like that. She loved her messy blonde locks. Standing and following the woman, her pups sticking to her side loyally, it didn't take long to reach what she assumed to be Asher's tent. Her tent. Her... new home. The pups immediately set about to sniffing at their new surroundings. She was glad they were house broken, Asher probably wouldn't like them marking in his tent. It was dark, a little smoky but not terribly so, warm, comfortable. He didn't have much in the way of adornment, but she was okay with that. Much better to have nothing than bones of those you've killed. He needed plants, that much was evident. To make it homier, make the air smell better.

She wasn't sure what the floor was made from, some sort of animal skin. On the wall was a fur from something else. She knew nothing about these things, whatever they came from. In her gazing, the other woman grabbed her restrained wrists and secured her to a chain, attached to a post she thought would be heavier than herself. Her guardian left her there, standing outside. The pups returned to their mother, confident that the space was safe. She sat down on the weird skin floor, and they came up, each laying a head in her lap. She rubbed them each in turn, her bound hands preventing her from rubbing them both simultaneously. 

Speaking to them softly, lovingly, [color=f6989d][i][b]"Remus, Remilia, this is our new home. We have to stay here. And we have to protect each other. I'll always protect you both, and I know you'll do the same for me, and each other. We're family, and that's all we have in this strange place. I'm so proud of you both, you did so good today. You'll both be big and strong soon, and no dogs here will be able to challenge you." [/b][/i][/color]

She planted a soft kiss atop them both, leaning back against her pole, closing her eyes. Her stomach, thighs, and back were a bit stiff and sore, but she had expected it to be worse. A few slips past and an Aaenshi woman entered. The woman started with an insult, and what seemed to be a condescending remark on her situation. Trix decided to look at her, but not respond. When Trix was unhitched, she looked at the woman quizzically, momentarily thinking this was one of those spy rescues some knights told stories of. But her latest words killed any hope of that. She asked of her profession. 

Trix nodded, [color=f6989d][i][b]"I ran an herbalism shop and treated ailments and wounds back hom... back in Ruby Banks. My father taught me medicine and herbalism from when I was a little girl. I grew and gathered my own plants, did all the work myself. My kit is in my bag there, though it's not nearly as stocked as my shop was."[/b][/i][/color] She considered leaving it at that, but something had been nagging at her. [color=f6989d][i][b]"The man who took me,"[/b][/i][/color] she didn't want to say his name, [color=f6989d][i][b]"He's weak from pain and blood loss. I could hear his breaths growing more ragged as we came here. I asked him to stop, so that I could treat him, but he refused. He needs to be treated, soon. Infection can set in quickly. I have salves, and the skills, to treat that."[/b][/i][/color]

She made no mention of her own pains and injuries. They weren't severe, though she wished she could get her wounds on her back cleaned at least. They'd stopped bleeding a while ago, her shirt sticking to her back uncomfortably. She wanted to ask more of this woman, but she didn't feel... safe and comfortable with her. So she only spoke when spoken to.