wanderlust

She had no clue where she was going nor that Hannibal wasnt taking her to the place she had told him. Just that they were going in a direction and he had said he would take her east. Had she known that he wished to enslave her as well she wouldn't have agreed. Though honestly she wouldn't have fought him either. She had kept quiet the entire way there. Aside from a growl from her stomach every now and again.

When he stopped her she sat. His voice and demeanor changed almost as soon as they arrived to this place. It made her shrink back from him. The smell here was strong, not Rhyme's or rhythm's either. It was a forest as well, not a plain like she had described. Confusion settled. She had no clue where she was now and then he called for someone. Her ears pressed back. Obedience had her staying in her place but she wanted to run badly. He wasnt making sense. He had been so nice and now he was delivering her to a pack.

It clicked, he was a slaver. He had had no intention of helping her find her way. Now she was going to be property to this pack. Her freedom had been so close and now it was ripped from her. She stayed quiet though, her head lowered and submission in her every fiber.