017} and when he saw her, raised for the slaughter, Abraham's daughter raised her bow...

[VIDEO; Public]

[It was dark, save for flickering candlelight in Allison's cabin when the feed came alive. It was shared by the presence of three furry bodies: Brownie the dog's head on Allison's knee, Duchess's little body snuggled against her neck, and a little brown bunny tucked into her lap, within easy sniffing distance of his canine caretaker.

This is not the gentle, pure-hearted werewolf that's been part of the scenery for the last four weeks. The cold, hardened features on the feed are far more familiar...but the tremor in her hand that comes when she adjusts her comm, and the bitemark scarring on her throat, are very new.

So is the way she sits there for several long moments, just staring into the feed with eyes that are far too bright in the candles that were set up and alight on the coffee table in the living room of her cabin...mouth barely moving until she finally swallows thickly, visibly, composing herself as best she can.]

It's me. I'm back.

[And because she has some memories of her other self, because she knows who that other girl was...what she was...]

I'm...sorry.

[Barge Pack Filter]

Everyone on this filter better check in by the end of the day, or I'm going to kill the Admiral.

[And based on her expression, or the tone of her voice...it's absolutely impossible to tell if she's serious or not.]