The young witch was almost annoyed by the enthusiasm that was mirrored within the lupine's voice, if only because she failed to share the same optimism. "We're going home." She muttered, more to herself then to the wolf that had nearly saved her life. If Serafina was honest with herself, she'd had to admit that lately she had hardly been the epitome of sociable, choosing primarily to spend her time extensively within the shop and on her job. Frankly, she had enough to deal with within the strained but no doubt peculiar relationship she harbored with her mentor to spend much on friendships that she'd never had, friendships that she'd been taught would abandon her anyways. It certainly contributed to her less then friendly demeanor as the wolf struggled with each step, drawing Serafina's periphery gaze. There was hardly a shred of guilt within the girl, much less empathy at her companion's wounds. She wasn't the best when it came to sympathy, finding more often then not that she failed to care at all unless it directly impacted her - such as their near death with the Dark Hunter only moments before. Now however, she was free, and walking through the forest with her head still in tact, her bag on her shoulder and a sigh on her lips as the wolf leaned into her.

A ghost of a simper crossed her sweetheart lips as the forest that surrounded her slowly gave way to the city she'd become quite fond of. Atleast within the city limits she was less likely to be openly hunted, the supernatural population here was too great for their enemies to be so forth coming with their identities. She led the wolf through the streets, her head held high and ignoring any whispered stares they received. After all, they usually tried to give off an air of normalcy, to find an openly shifted individual was surely going to cause some sort of commotion. It made Serafina all the happier when they winded up on her street, passing the town homes of individuals she greeted every morning and right up to her door step. She paused, shifting through the items in her bag whilst searching for the keys, hearing the puff of air that left the wolverines' nose. A small frown crossed her lips at the woman's comment and without missing a beat Serafina offered her own retort, "You smell funny too but you don't see me complaining." She grumbled, pulling her keys out and fitting them within the lock. Maybe thats why Serafina had few friends, she smelled constantly of herbs and greenery, always spoke her mind, and generally failed to dress to meet any kind of norms. Her mentor called it a 'stage', words which she promptly chose to ignore.

She pushed open the door to her immaculately clean home, pausing to glance down at the wolf at her side. "Just...try not to bleed everywhere okay?" She spoke, a hint of desperation in her voice. Serafina hated having to clean blood out of carpets. It just ruined them more often then not. She paused just out side of the living room, leading the wolf down a hallway and deeper into the house, pausing in front of a door only to head down stairs and into the small basement. "Lights on." She said to no one in particular and on cue the small space lit to a dim glow, showing shelves upon shelves of herbs, peculiarly glowing vials, and flasks, cauldrons and daggers and strange artifacts all tucked away into some neat system that only Serafina could understand. "Just...stand there." She commented, gesturing towards the middle of the room whilst she set about pulling down all the things that she would require for this bit of supernatural first aid.

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