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It took a few minutes for Ulva to get up the spunk to tell Rea the straight truth about what happened in the forest. But it was a necessary talk Ulva needed to get out before the experience drove her completely crazy. She was a reliable woman back home, always honest and dependable.. it was just in her nature. She would admit if she was going crazy if it were true, but she felt otherwise, and this should would be honest about. The wolf spirit that jumped through her body made her begin to adapt traits of a wolf while she was in the forest. White fur had began to grow on her skin for a brief moment before Ulva collapsed. So here she was now, in the room of Rea, hoping to god this woman would not call up an institution to send her off for a room with all white walls. Once Ulva was finished relaying her experience, Rea’s reaction that preceded was anything but judgmental.



“So you believe me? Oh you don’t know how relieved I feel,” she began with a burst of energy that seemed to come out of no where, almost unnatural. Her eyes locked in with Rea’s when she began to move something from behind her hair. What followed was the cutest, strangest creature Ulva had ever seen. Normally Ulva would be worried around such an alien type of creature but it felt right. If this could exist, so could the wolf she saw that seemed to be only made of reflected light. “It is...” she whispered, reaching forward to pet it but it quickly fell asleep so Ulva reached back to her side. “Friendly, it appears. Name?” she asked, watching as it nuzzled, its tiny chest beating slowly without a care in the world it seemed. “And of course... I believe you are right on the whole..not telling us things.. Who knows what kind of things are out there. And why were we chosen to be here?” Before the pair could give any more thought into the question, the door to Rea’s room began to open. Ulva held her breath for a moment, thinking at this point that it could be anything coming through that door. But instead, it was a red haired man that was unfamiliar... was he a Lucky Draw? Why was he here? Rea got up off the bed swiftly. Ulva watched as the muscles in her body seemed to tense, taking a defensive step forward towards the man. Ulva herself stood up off the bed, feeling the urge, no, the need to protect and stand by her friend for aid. It was the wolf nature influencing her already loyal spirit that was glowing inside her chest, drawing her to be on guard if a friend were to be threatened. In the situation now, it was with this man entering unwelcome and possibly dangerous... even in just a towel.

Ulva walked forward, her long legs taking brisk speed to reach Rea’s side, about 2 feet away. Her long blond hair, still wet from her own shower, was a beautiful, mirroring image of Rea’s long brownish red hair.

“Answer her question quickly,” Ulva muttered under her breath, definitely not going to trust this man with the knowledge the two women knew of the forest. He probably had no clue what was going on. The weird thing was he seemed to know them, well sort of. He had been wanting to meet them? Where did he see them?

The man further entered the room, closing the door behind him. This made Ulva take a step back, reaching her hand out to pull Rea back a little with her upon the man advancing in. Her expression was colder than usual, her bright blue eyes fading slightly darker by the minute the more she focused on being still and watching his movements. If she was going to be honest, she definitely felt uncomfortable with these nearly naked man in front of them. With only a towel on, and wet hair dripping to the floor, it was clear it must have just got out of the shower and decided not to put clothes on.

He looked at her with his eyes for a moment, making Ulva feel violated in a way, and slightly more angry. He had an accident in the forest... The chance that what he was saying was true was slightly comforting. This made her shoulders relax slightly, not as threatened by him anymore but yet she still held her ground, not wanting him any further into the room. He needed to put clothes on. He then moved close to Rea, violating her private space as if she had none. Ulva gently pulled on Rea’s arm some more, getting her to come closer to her and away from the man that was growing creepier by the minute.

The moment he said he was a reporter, Ulva held her breath. She refused to talk to any reporter, it was too dangerous to risk the chance of never being able to go home if something negative was published and found its way in the hands of crazy government officials. They would arrest her for who knows what crazy excuse... She shifted the weight on her feet, feeling her strength start to pour back in her body, feeling almost back to normal which was in fit condition as her heart beat rose. His final statement was the last straw, Ulva leaning forward and pushing the man’s chest back with her hand. Not too rough, but with enough force that would get him back from Rea. Help him dress? Who did he think he was? “You’ve outstayed your time here, if there will be any interviews it won’t be now,” she muttered, a confident smirk now beginning to grow on her face, glad she was holding her ground. With her free arm she opened up the door and at the moment she was about to push Seamus out, there stood Demetrius with his fist in a knocking position. His appearance threw Ulva off, letting go of the red haired man and stepping back to Rea’s side, letting the door swing open. Her hardened expression settled back to a normal gaze, dark blue eyes returning back to the normal bright blue. Demetrius was a nice guy, the only other person she really knew besides Thomas and Rea.. She felt more comfortable now that he was here and could assist them in getting this half nude man out of their room, and therefore she could let her guard down a bit.

“Demetrius,,” Ulva nodded in a welcoming gesture. “Glad to see you are okay. We all seemed to get split up upon reaching the Ruins. Were you.. alright?” she asked, her question vague and yet not at the same time, for if something did happen to him he would understand where she was coming from.