Forest Fires

He pulled from the foliage like a shadow, like a demon on the prowl. But to her eyes he was an angle; her deliverance towering over her. She felt her chest flutter in a strange cocktail of fear and hope. He stood over her, watching her, unspeaking and she submitted to his gaze, avoiding his eyes and remaining unmoving as he observed her. She licked at her lips a few times, ears twitching back as she continued to avoid his gaze.

Would he accept her? Pari prayed that he'd understand her submission. There was doubt in her mind though, all her previous masters had agreed to take her as part of trades and this male had no affiliation with her old master...

The part of the woman that wanted to survive, wanted to protect herself was screaming in her head. She had to do something, had to say something. Which scared her more than the idea of being left alone. She had learned to only speak when spoken too and the man before her had yet to say anything at all, but she had too.

Keeping her gaze firmly on the ground and keeping herself in her submissive position she spoke, her voice soft but cracked from lack of use. "Please," she begged, "tell me what to do."

"Speak only when spoken too",  Think only of the pack