Werewolves of London

Well everything was going incredibly wrong wasn't it? Pari felt abandoned, left alone again and her mind had shut down again. In a desperate bid she'd moved from the original den of the lambs out onto the volcano; hoping someone, anyone would see her and give her meaning again. She wasn't going to move from the former lands of her previous master though; no she didn't have the courage to break the last few orders she'd been given.

As the woman stood on hunger shaking legs she scanned desperately. Mullbery gaze lifted to find someone, anyone. It didn't take much to spot the pale figure making it's way up the volkano then, the wolf's fur standing in stark relief against the dark stone. Slowly the woman limped down the slope, she hadn't eaten in a while, taking only the scraps she could find and so her movements were weak and shaky. She also wouldn't approach too much, only getting as close as she dared in assuming the wolf would be able to spot her. Then she dropped onto her stomach, ears flattening against her skull and averting her gaze, a weak cracking whine pulling from her lungs.

"speech!"