Ash gritted her teeth, trying to ignore the sudden headache that was making her skull feel oversized. She kept a paw on her bag of gems, while she looked around, remembering that her guards had been taken out. Their bodies left to rot, though several of them had been drained of all their blood. How could this have happened? Why didn't they use their element to defend themselves? Why didn't she do anything?
The answer came quickly when she remembered just how fast the Strigoi had appeared. This ambush had been so quick! It made her insides feel out of place, like any second now she was going to hurl any and all food she had eaten earlier. "My guards..."
She blinked, and quietly sniffed though she didn't cry. The sun weighed time down for her, and allowed her to etch this scene into her memory, where she would never forget it. Always, this scene would pop into her head whenever Strigoi were mentioned.
"Strigoi had ambushed us... I got knocked out... Lucky me I guess." She got up and finally noticed the dried blood and dirt that was caked into her pelt. Great, just great. She calmed herself, and with a strange elegance considered the wolf in front of her. "What's your name, Low life?"