Record Lows

Laying down was good, that meant if this stranger intended on harming her at least Aryn would have time to run while she got back to her feet. She didn't know exactly where she'd run to; headed up the volcano would trap her, off the cliff would kill her, and her paws ached so badly that she could hardly consider heading back down. She'd need to cross that bridge when she came to it, so for now Aryn simply remained standing, alert, tense and ready to move.

Lorikeet had asked her a question and even sad and afraid Aryn was not capable of ignoring another wolf. "What kind of distraction?" She asked after a moment, hesitant. Was kidnapping a distraction? or murder? something worse? She was so far from home and was becoming more and more painfully aware that she had no real way to defend herself should this stranger turn out to be hostile.