[Zuriel] Little do you know

She'd been restricted, a slave to her new masters. They called it a lamb, but she knew in reality it was still a slave. Still a position that took all her freedoms. A position that meant she would be abused for the amusement of her betters. She knew no matter how submissive she was or compliant, they would still likely find a reason to give her new scars. It never mattered to those that placed themselves on a pedestal, they never cared about those that they thought were beneath themselves. They wouldn't look at her and see a woman who was intrigued with plants, they'd just see a thing to abuse.

Winter had come and she knew she would find very few herbs here. Not like there would be much when spring came either. They had chose a land that barely had prey, and barely had any necessities for life. Dens were in the plenty, but any source of water she had found so far was poluted with sulfer. She hadn't drank much, keeping her hydration to the prey she was able to catch. Her hunting technique was one she knew very few employed, but without speed or sight on her side she had to make due. She had become an ambush master but with snow falling it would become much harder. She knew she would eventually have to ask the man that had brought her here or the alpha if they would allow her to hunt in a neighboring land. It wasn't like she was going to run. She knew she would risk her life if she didn't return to the pack lands.

She had settled in a den closer to the base of the maw. It was in a gathering of pine trees, formed by a large rock leaning against another. A tree blocked the rear of the den, keeping it a little warmer, though not nearly as warm as if she had chose to settle nearer to the lava of the mountain. She couldn't bare to go near the heat though, knowing no one would care if she died from getting to close. She was laying in the entryway of her den, the marigold she had gathered the day she had come here, between her forepaws. It was wilted now and unuseable. That was the problem of not having formal healers training and just learning from the scents of what was used on the warriors and her eavesdropping on certain healers in her birth pack. It was quiet for now outside her den. A sigh escaped her. It would be a long time before she could go find more herbs.

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