The Great Gig in the Sky

Pari had done as she had been told, the pack was to be housed up on the rocky mountain side away from the volcano, and so she'd moved herself into the caves. She hadn't been told where to go so a small alcove away from the rest majority of the pack had become her space. It was cramped but somehow that comforted her somewhat.

The woman wasn't sure what was expected of her in reality; orders had been slow to come but whenever she was told by any of the passing wolves to do anything she'd done her best to do as told. Still as she was now, the woman had no will to make those decisions as her own; nor had she ever been part of a pack; the expectations that brought were a mystery to her.

Still as a familiar voice called out Pari knew she needed to answer. The woman crept from her hole and approached the growing gathering of wolves. Magenta gaze swung, flying over unfamiliar form after unfamiliar form until she spotted the young man that had spoke to her the day she'd arrived, then the man that had brought her there to begin with. Pari dropped her gaze immediately, while her approach had seen her posture submissive to begin with her tail tucked tighter as she neared. Still she would not truly mingle with the group, hanging back. She would stand only a foot or two behind another battered woman she'd yet to meet though she was far off to the side of the woman.

That's the way the woman would remain until instructed otherwise, not even relaxing enough to sit.