Vashti rushed back into the house with a new pair of fresh jeans in her hands. After a quick dart to the nearest deck she had plucked a pair from it's drawers, then headed back inside to take Acacia's food down to the others in the basement. 

  Coming through the sliding doors she hobbled along while hurrying to tug the pants on. While hopping on one foot however, her balance faltered, and Vashti came tumbling down onto the kitchen floor. 

  The loud bang echoed through that section of the house as she lay there with a quiet groan of pain. She swore she had felt the earth shake under her weight. 

  Eventually, the girl picked herself up off the kitchen tiles and finished donning her jeans. Her face was screwed into a tight frown as she grabbed the last plate of French toast, before rushing off following Acacia's fresh scent trail. 

  Vashti soon stumbled across an open basement door, which she heard various voices emanating from. Sucking in a breath, she closed her eyes and huffed to herself, [color=00a651]"Don't rip his throat out....."[/color] 

  Then, smearing a fake smile on her face she stepped downwards, [color=00a651]"Acacia?"[/color]