I Am Prepared Now For Myself

Abby felt awfully like a parent of a particularly stubborn pup, or maybe a teacher of an uninterested student. The resistance she was getting felt entirely petty and inevitably self destructive. The woman was trying her best to push her away, but the mottled girl didn't exactly notice anyone else willing to talk to her. She let out a tired sigh. "Look, I'm trying to help you." She said gently, but it was clear her patience was wearing thin. She'd still persist for as long as it took to get the poor lady out of a pit, even for a few moments. "What pack law did you break? I don't doubt that maybe throwing you in a pit was possibly an overreaction," It was clear that the wolves of Fireside may not've been the most diplomatic folk, and Abby was sure they could've handled the situation better. "But they wouldn't have attacked unprovoked." She eyed the prisoner warily. Maybe she was more dangerous than she'd given her credit for. Maybe she was trying to release a attempted murderer? She really, really hoped not.