Em was helping build a new house for the slaves, the materials were hard to work with and didn't stand long in the rain or wind. The floor was rough beneath her feet, she had given her shoes to another slave, the only thing she had was an old and dirty knit sweater, a red shirt and faded jeans. Her pink hair bounced loosely around her as she pushed up the walls with a few other slaves. The walls were heavy and rough, pressing a pattern into the girl's hands as it finally came to rest on the ground. After a few claps of congratulations and pats on the back, she took a break as the crowd dispersed.
There was a small well on the edge of their camp, too close to the werewolf lookout. Soft steps brought her closer to the well, gaze always on the dirty ground. Her fingers entwined in the rope as she pulled the brimming bucket up slowly and painfully, keeping her eyes on the edge. As Em pulled the bucket out, a strand of hair got in her face. With her free hand she swatted it away which forced her to make eye contact with the evil beast, she acted like if nothing had happened and didn't cower. But she was easily being pulled back to the safety of camp.