these battle scars don't look like they're fading

He definitely wasn't all too friendly. He made to invade her space, to push hos dominating aura onto her. It was enough to make her quiver. Her head and shoulders lowered even further. Her body going sideways until she was on her side. Submission was her answer to this males scare tactics. Scare tactics they were. She wasn't even sure if this male had the knowledge that scaring someone who was already submissive enough would get them compliance while also making a wall build higher. His voice was enough that now her snout even met the ground under the water. Her body was completely tense. She was ready for the sting of pain. Even with no eyes she knew he was rough, she knew he wouldn't hesitate to mark her like so many others had. Her fear ducts had always been left in tact, those that beat her liked to see her damaged face wet with tears. She could feel as they started to wet her cheeks.

Couldn't he just leave her alone? Let her be?

No she knew the answer to that. Not a wolf alive had no cruelty in their heart. Not even her own was free of it. For right now she wished another would come, show this male true cruelty. She knew it would never come to pass though. She wondered for a moment if she stayed like this if drowning wasn't a better alternative to being this man's next prize or whatever.

She didn't dare run, she'd heard four distinct heavy paws on his way towards her. He had to be bigger and even faster than her with four feet. There would be no nod, for fear that any noise or movement other than submission would bring a wrath down upon her. His threat had not fallen on deaf ears. She was not stupid enough to try too much. Only once he moved off a bit did she feel safe enough to lift her now soaked muzzle from the water. She still stayed in a submissive posture though, knowing full well he was watching and not leaving.

He had said he wanted to take her with him to this Ruina. She didn't want to go but wasn't willing to risk his wrath either. Perhaps whoever this Apollyon was might figure it out for themselves that she had little choice here. But would they stop this madness? Probably not, if his member acted like this then it was likely they didn't care. He ordered her to drink and to keep him from getting violent she did so. Not that she was even remotely thirsty, just that she didn't want anymore pain for the rest of her days.

When he started walking she waited until he was well past her, until she could barely feel such domination of her. She lifted herself slowly, shaking out her fur that now smelled less of lavender and more of pine. Though that wasn't a bad thing except she didn't know if she'd ever find enough again where they were headed to coat herself. She lagged behind him, using her front left paw to test the ground before her every step of the way. Her missing foot didn't hang like a true wolf, born with this disability would have. Instead, instincts moved it to walk as if it were still there. Her pace was slower but that allowed her time to stop every now and again yo smell a patch of what might be herbs here and there. Marigolds she found once and easily. She was quick to bite off a bushel of more than just the flower, which was okay, she'd sort through it later. She had a feeling she'd need it where she went.

She enjoyed the silence, though he seemed to hate it. He started trying to talk with her. She couldn't just answer easily though. It was hard to tell someone that you were bred to be slaughtered and butchered to offer a pack peace and such from gods. She rushed a few steps so she could stop completely and set her marigolds bushel down to answer this brute. "Not exactly...... I was born to die to a god after my parts were no longer harvestable...." her voice was soft and she kept the explanation short as she could. If anything he'd have to strain to hear her complete answer. She picked her bushel back up and let him lead more. Did he even know a woman interested in healing when he saw one? Not like he probably cared. Her ears stayed back and her stub pressed against her bum tightly the entire way.