@Rosalind's body, still unconscious and stiff, was dropped onto the ground once more. faustine was too tired to adjust the girl's body into something comfortable for her. now was not the time to do so when she needed to call for her mother and grandmother -- someone to tell faustine what she ought to do as much as she wanted to say what she wanted to say, she realized rosalind couldn't be a full-fledged member until she could be of use. an injured and unconscious girl would drain their resources quicker than an awake one. thus, the heiress tipped her head up and called for @Amara and @Louve. she would have to explain and figure out where to put this girl, but the more selfish side of her wanted rosalind close by. faustine didn't need her scampering off; besides, she was the one who brought her here. if the younger girl couldn't be a member, she could be a pet of sorts. faustine quite liked the idea too.

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Nothing would likely be remembered about the trip to the Bluffs as @Faustine carried her all the way there. Whatever dreams might play along to any bumps in the road or the sensation of being dragged were destined to be immediately forgotten whenever the girl should wake. For now, she was not. Silent aside from shallow breaths. The journey was not kind to the child, further dirtying her pelt as her lower half dragged along the earth. Dust, soil, and whatever other debris could be found upon Amaryllis's floor stuck to the parts of her fur still damp with blood. Beggars could not be choosers, though. Her 'savior' could have just as easily left her to die out there or get snatched up by someone else. At least Roz would remember her captor when she woke, which was arguably better than waking up to complete strangers.

Unceremoniously, the teen was deposited to the ground with an ungraceful thud. A grunt sounded under her breath, unable to fully escape the pain even in her unconscious state. She laid on her side, the side that was still bleeding, with limbs entangled with themselves beside her frame. Steady, but slow, her breaths still came, left to the mercy of the Wolfbron lions and their matriarch.

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The new heiress seemed to have a need for her mother and grandmother, what it could be Amara wasn't sure. She arrived to see an unknown lump of a cub on the ground. Had @Faustine brought home a meal? Something this young shouldn't really be on the menu. She came to stand near them, her shadow casted over the unknown lump as her golden gaze looked to her granddaughter with a small lift of her brow. Her look was clear, she was looking for reason for the call and why there was a stranger passed out on her lands. Amara didn't smell the scents of death so the thing was still alive.

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the kid was still alive, thankfully. faustine thought that it meant she would be strong, easy to heal in the future once a medic arrived. though @Amara was the first to show, and maybe mama would come soon. faustine, though knowledgeable of the girl's unconscious state, poked her by the rib area, a silent command for her to not die or else. she was satisfied with the warmth so she stopped before she looked up at amara with a self-satisfied smile. j'ai acheté un futur membre i brought a future member she stated. mais elle a besoin d'aide, à moins que ce soit mieux si elle périt but she needs help, unless it's better if she perishes. an injured lion could take too many resources out of their hold if their injuries were severe enough. besides, the secret dieudonne trove needed fresh meat. it was not her call now to make on whether if they ought to help or not. faustine wished amara would allow help to come for the girl -- she wasn't that cruel.

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Given the moment of rest, Roz's consciousness was able to slowly make its way back to her mind. Before her eyes could even open, the teen's nostrils flared with the change of scents around her. No longer could she smell the ocean spray that wafted in from either side of the sandbar. That aroma had been replaced by something colder, almost bitter upon her palate. It was an arid, drier climate, and as her senses slowly started to reawaken, not only did Rosalind recognize @Faustine's scent still near her, but the scent of another as well. A poke at her ribs prompted the child to stir, causing a sluggish turn of her head to look up at the figures that stood above her. With bleary eyes, @Amara's image was taken in, an unfocused mass of black and blue, unable to even focus on the starry spots along the queen's pelt. All Roz knew was that it was yet another stranger. Speaking of which, the still unnamed heiress's voice was heard, presumably directed towards the new arrival. It wouldn't take a genius to figure out that the foreign words must be about the rogue in some capacity. Roz could only hope the topic steered clear of any means of finishing her off. Somewhere in the back of her mind, though, she recalled Faustine saying that her pride wouldn't hurt cubs... She supposed she'd find out if that was true soon enough.

Despite not being able to decipher the few words spoken so far, the teenager decided she'd shown enough weakness already. If she was to be spared by these strangers, presenting herself as a hapless lump would hardly advocate her worth to them. Did she really possess any worth to a pride? Probably not. Not at the moment, at least. But could she? Maybe. As she finally moved her limbs, Roz visibly grimaced as she managed to sit halfway upright. Still somewhat laying on the ground, at least her head and shoulders had been lifted. The movement was slightly dizzying, not realizing how dehydrated and weak she truly was until afterwards. "Where.... where am I?" Her throat was dry, voice gravely. Sifting through the fog of her mind recalled the stranger mentioning a pride... Bluffs, perhaps? This must be it. There was something similar between the scents they all seemed to share with the land itself. At first, she didn't look towards either lioness as she spoke, still trying to clear the daze from her sights. A few deliberate blinks later, and the world was in focus again. Green and silver looked between the two strangers now, knowing she fully at their mercy, and curious if they would keep speaking about her in that foreign tongue or if she'd have any say in the matter herself.

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i am the storm / and im coming for you

ooc; permission to skip given by ice. gonna wrap this up so roz can officially become a wb member!

faustine knew @Amara trusted her with the onboarding of new members enough that she made her move first before her grandmother. it was a pity her mother wasn't here, nor was there a medic who smelled the scent of this injured girl. first, faustine would like for @Rosalind to become a wolfbron pride lion first before she could be checked; it was only fair for both parties. unless, of course, the girl dies and they are left with a sudden addition to their secret cache. you are now our own, girl faustine said as she leered above. this is just courtesy for the high sovereign to see your face. i'm taking you my den next so someone can see to your wounds. faustine had no problem just tossing rosalind to an unused one. however, she would rather make others know that it was she who found her, and it was she who saved her first. [exit with rosalind]

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The High Sovereign. So that's what this blurry picture of dots was. Roz would try her best to remember that title when she was at full capacity again, but for now, the interaction was much fogged over by her exhaustion. Hearing @Faustine's words, the teen nodded absentmindedly, only half-retaining the actual notion that Rosalind was being inducted into the Wolfbron fold. "Just don't eat me... please," she found herself pleaded, drudging up some comments from the passage as the child weakly found herself rising to her own paws. No one instructed her to do so, but it was an easy assumption that following the heiress was probably expected. A sort of property owed to her now. Roz was too weak to argue with it at the moment, nor was she really that focused on what was happening, if we're being honest. Dutifully, like the little pet she was to become, Roz followed after Faustine. What happened after that, though, she wasn't sure what was to come.

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