Delievered Peace...for some.

She had been captured away in the busy life of a slave in training. If not trailing behind Catch like a little shadow, she was watching the girls around other fires, and by the stream between dung, cleaning wagons, venturing to His supply wagons to see where what was, and a bit of a marvel at the wagons holding raid items, that left her pretty speechless. She would sometimes test how brave she was, taking a few peeks under at Yaz when she felt like some brave Warrior leaving out basic heavy crate traps for plains urts, which were huge in comparison to those of the North, and released it under the wagon to give Yaz something to snack on. Though the joke was usually on her as it wasn't much of a play when there was simply a screamed out squeek, snap, a head or tail, even a leg now and then, or five or six would go flying out at her, on the platform with a splash of blood and guts as natural as the waves hitting shore. She didn't seem to learn, to move faster out the way once she did this. Usually the low growl and yellowish eyes was enough to make her move ass out of the way.

Today after the Urt moment, and a second stream bathing to get the leg that got stuck under the thickness of her hair out which did freak her out as she went running, then looking all over for the head that went right at her like some arrow, which she didn't find, she finally dried out her shift, pulling it back over her head and gathered up the stuffed Verr's to leave on the platform for Mistress Asria and Lei. She told one of the girls around Master's wagons, where Mistress Asria was too, to say they were gifts of peace when Mistress was back around.

With that, she was off to sweep out the platform of Master's wagon, scrub the blood from the wheels and steps.-