It'd been two months since those stupid portals had opened up and those even stupider wraiths had picked her up and thrown her into a rock, and only a little over a month since they'd met dear Uncle Joxer. A month since, after offending him and his poor sensitive nose (maybe he was touchy because someone had already stolen his eye), he'd brought them... here. Stuck with a healer, then a babysitter, which even Magnolia knew was for the better if he kept them under watch. She sure as fuck wasn't going to stick around willingly forever! As it was... well, her leg hurt. It hurt bad. Even still, it pained her, it was weak. Running wasn't an option, and if two of them hadn't been able to do much against their monstrous Uncle, they had less chance with several sets of eyes upon them.

Rude. Rude, rude, rude.

But Magnolia could be patient. She could suck up their resources, let her leg heal, watch and learn from these savages worthy of her kin. She could wait. She would deliver herself and Laurel back home, in time -- this, she was sure. Who would think to come and search for them, if they even were, all the way down here? Sure, it didn't actually seem so far when the peaks of Mistveil were often jagged teeth along the horizon, but Mag knew better.

She would wait. She would bide her time.

When she could, she would grab her sister and make a break for it.

Lounging, miserable in the heat with her dark pelt, and glad now more than ever for her more nocturnal nature, Magnolia had yet to truly rise and begin her day. She was groggy, and irritated with how uncomfortable the desert was compared to her cool mountain home.

And hungry.

The scent of blood caught her attention before the summons, but the sharp notes only made her want to hunker down and stay. So she did. To her credit, she loosed a lazy, single bark in return.
She was doing her captors no favors.