[In the midst of all the vampires and combat, it's only instinct to nock an arrow and have her bow at the ready when the sudden sound of underbrush rustling catches her attention. Anyone would be wary of such things, and especially so when it's a great white wolf she sights, because she's not altogether certain whether she's expecting a man or a wolf to come running at the sound of her call and she's hardly about to risk being wrong.

But then she sees the way his tail is wagging, and the flash of those familiar golden eyes, and in an instant she's returned the arrow to her quiver and shouldered her bow in favor of crouching down to circle her arms about his neck as best she can, all but burying them in the depth of his fur.]

Adrian!

[He's Alucard now, she supposes, which is a truly ridiculous name all things considered. Perhaps she'll have to ask him if she ought to go about as Allesor now, just the same. But that's a notion for another time, as she kisses the middle of his furry head and hugs him tight and resolves to just be glad she's finally, finally reached the goal of her long adventure, and what a happy relief it is for it.]

Oh, it is you, I'd been so afraid I'd have to walk all the way to Machecoul after you! Whatever are you doing so far from the castle? Goodness, did you know there's a whole town built up around it now? They were quite against giving me my bow back, I'll have you know! Something about keeping it in their Bell Mount Hold, if you can believe that. And another thing, are you traveling with a Speaker and a rather fearsome young lady with magic blades? I came across them on my way over, but they stayed to deal with the vampires. Which, I should say, what has gotten into vampires of late? I certainly don't recall them being so ill-mannered about your father's court. I think it's just awful to see, really —

[Planning on breathing at any time in there, Rosella? No? Okay, then.]