out of the oven and into the frying pan

Soon it was time to move. She'd barely finished the small meal when she heard him speak and fell the rope pull against her, coaxing her into rising. The longer she had laid in his presence, the more she'd become at least somewhat comfortable. Still a nervous wreck with her fur standing on end, but at least a bit more relaxed with the calming tone he carried while he spoke words that only went in one ear and out the other. Something about a pack, a son, fighting. Her skin crawled at it, she knew that word. Other pups from where she'd come from with that men spoke of horrid things, things she'd never dreamt of but suddenly envisioned.

A lump formed in her throat, but in the fear of punishment she trudged onward behind the man and his bear, whom she believed a slave like she in the moment. Didn't he same something before about freedom? Her mind raced at a mile a minute, yet she sulked behind the duo as they walked and kept her mouth shut.

"Speech!"

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