Where am I?
Lucina groaned as she struggled to rise from the cold floor.
Rea...ts...No...eave you...rder...er...
Pre...uy...bu...
"Ugh..."
Lucina placed a palm on the ground, before standing up and placing one hand on Falchion's handle. The sword had somehow slipped out of its sheath. With her other hand, she brushed her long blue hair out of her face. She blinked twice then staggered sideways. "My foot's asleep," she muttered. "Great."
She leaned against the wall, her chest heaving, her breath strained. She had been knocked out and thrown unceremoniously into some sort of holding chamber. Lucina's blue eyes darted between a mechanical wolf, a white, flesh-and-blood wolf, and a man with heavy armor gripping the mechanical wolf.
Lucina sighed. She prayed to Naga that the confrontation between the armored man and the metal wolf would not end in bloodshed. First of all, Lucina was in no shape to defend herself as of yet, groggy with no bearing of her surroundings; second, she wanted to avoid combat if negotiation was possible. Interesting to note is the metal wolf's intelligence and what Lucina perceived to be collectedness.
A second man approached the armored fellow clutching the mechanical wolf and requested that he stand down. Lucina watched this take place, her eyes half-shut, her mouth hanging open, one arm resting on Falchion and the other lying straight up on the wall.
Lucina squinted and gritted her teeth, clenching the hand resting on the wall and pushing off the side of her fist, struggling back to a standing position. She shook her head twice and blinked, rubbing one gloved hand over her face and exhaling. Sheathing Falchion, Lucina staggered towards the white wolf with crimson markings. "I'm not going to bother asking if you know what we're doing here," Lucina remarked. "I certainly don't know why I'm here. Can you speak?" she asked the white wolf. "Do you have a name?"
Lucina's incomplete consciousness dulled the clattering of metal against metal in the background as the armored fellow held the other wolf into a low, slight ring. She could hear naught but muffled voices, some shouting, some reasoning. She looked the white wolf in the face, with her own eyes opened wide and distraught.