hang your head

It was strange, the way they kept them together. From what she could tell, it was a fairly deep pit - difficult to scale and impossible when your legs were shackled. Eris passed the time during the day by shuffling around the perimeter of their captivity. It kept her busy and gave her a sense of place. There were so many scents - strangers, fear, dirt, sweat, fear... it was overwhelming. Putting one paw in front of the other kept her grounded.

She had a difficult time differentiating between the other wolves that were being kept in confinement with her. The best descriptors she could come up with were based on their size alone. They had all been kept together and with the Harrajandi long enough that everyone sort of smelled the same; everyone had become different sized shadows. As she tracked her way around the perimeter, Eris stumbled over the hind paws of the Very Large Shadow she had noticed over the past few days. The small female tripped and cried out, falling immediately due to her shackles. Instead of speaking, Eris simply laid perfectly still on the ground, her heart beating fast. Would the Very Large Shadow kill her?