zephyrhills

The slowly approaching presence of another wolf didn't really register for the poor scarred woman, she was drifting fitfully between consciousness and the blissful emptiness of a dying sleep. Slowly she rolled into wakefulness, the fiery pain of the cold she felt in her toes, tail, and nose hitting her first and a whine pulled from her lips as she once more found herself faced with the pain of the waking world. Then the scent, rolled over her, male and unfamiliar and now the woman was wide awake, panic running through her body though she still couldn't summon the energy to move.

His voice hit her and she flinched, dropping her rose gaze to avoid looking him in the eye even as he prostrated himself to reach her level. Her ears twitched back, though she could hardly feel them anymore. Her whole mind was screaming that it was wrong of him to try and connect with her like this, she was a pitiful wretched creature unworthy of any such attention. Still he had asked her a question and the woman could not leave it unanswered. The truth was the only thing that was called for her here and as she summoned the energy to speak for the first time in a while she felt as though her tongue was too heavy, though she did finally find her voice.  "Yes."

"What I want doesn't matter." She added, almost boldly considering that wasn't a requirement of the question. "Please..." She croaked, her voice harsh and cracking. "Give me an order." It was all she had left to cling to. If this man would show her the mercy of giving her life purpose again she'd serve him right til the moment she died, if he ordered her dead she'd gladly do so.