Argilla frowned slightly as she thought it over. She hadn't much cared how she got here, just that she was here and not dead and there was sunlight and grass and trees. "Magic might do it," she replied thoughtfully. "I don't know how, but hey, I somehow ended up living outside of the Junkyard." Even if it hadn't been what they'd been promised. "If our tribe's strategist was here, he'd probably have worked everything out by now." Gale had an answer for everything. Or he could at least make it seem as though he did.

"Beautiful scenery sounds like my idea of nirvana, actually," she replied with a wistful smile. "In my world, there's nothing like that. Even the sun is black and corrupted." The description of the puppies sounded a lot like Lupa when he'd finally succumbed to the madness, but he'd been truly honourable before then.