Wolf Heart

A sound drew her attention, the wildling lifting her lip in a silent snarl as her teeth bared and glinted in the moonlight. Her fur bristled, expecting one of the Viking wolves to appear from the darkness but to her surprise, it was the tiny winged beast that, from her understanding, had won her. Her ears plastered to her head as he got closer, and her hostility didn't wane even when she detected the tones of relief in his voice. Her eyes narrowed on the little beast, her forepaws drawing close to her chest as if she was preparing to bolt like a feral cat unsure of the stranger's intentions. Only there was nowhere for her to go. Not when she was tied down like a common dog.

He looked...strange. Had she not been in such a pissed off and foul mood, she might have been awestruck by his wings. But all she saw was a patchy furred, pitiful looking little pup. A stranger. An enemy. Someone she didn't trust. “It… It’s going to be alright. I’m still going to get you your freedom, okay?” She snarled, audibly this time as her eyes narrowed at him. How was he going to free her? Did he plan on fighting off the band? Making another trade? She thought that's what had happened the first time, and yet here she remained. She noted the collar, wondering if that was meant for her to wear to mark her as his slave or even a pet. Maybe he was just telling her things about freedom to trick her...whatever the case, she remained on guard and didn't say a word.