A worried woof from outside, Ivan in the garden outside the kitchen door. Marigold, in a rare moment, moves to let the pup in. Ivan hesitates - he's NEVER allowed in the kitchen, none of the dogs are, but - his person is upset, so he scrambles through the door and joins Gwen's side.
"Take a moment, let it all play out. It is hard, when the memories all come at once. The pups made it out, and yes, Lord Conall as well. Though if you hadn't been there to hold up the beams to the very last."
The soul that is more than just 'Gwen' remembers being there, more so that the heat of the fire, the billowing smoke. She and Lord Conall move from cage to cage, unlatching kennels and releasing the dogs within.
"That's the last. Go!" He orders. She starts to comply, following them, but the Conall has turned back once more. Where is Trapper? The lord's prized wolfhound? The one that she has trained up for him from a pup?
A whimper, and she sees that the final kennel is blocked, behind a fallen beam.
The roof has started to crumble overhead - Madigan/Gwen knows they are out of time. She lifts the rafter beam and braces it with her strength. As smoke fills the air she orders her Lord to go! He hesitates, wasting valuable seconds, and she draws on her glamour. A blast of wind shoves him and Trapper free of the danger zone, just moments before an ear-splitting crack, swirls of choking smoke, and... all goes dim.