I Am Prepared Now For Myself

Maybe the woman was a lost cause, the possibility growing in Abby’s mind with each passing moment the prisoner stayed curled into an unresponsive and stubborn ball. Why had she tried in the first place? She felt she had stuck her nose were it didn’t belong. She wasn’t there when the scarred lady was apprehended, she had no idea what she had done or what she was capable of. No, she didn’t know this woman and yet she felt compelled to question, albeit indirectly, her alpha’s judgement, for what? For the prisoner to strike again?

She didn’t leave, but she definitely considered it. But then again, what else was there to do? Pestering a wolf in a pit seemed much more interesting than lounging around in the orchard till sundown, unfortunately for Viper. Finally, after what seemed like ages she heard her shifting within the darkness and she again caught sight of her cyan eyes, but her explanation only brung more questions. “You didn’t know?” She said, question clear in her tone. How does one simply...not be aware of borders? Abby had assumed it was something ingrained within a canid at birth. To recognise the beginnings and endings of territories was crucial, and in less civilised areas, a matter of life or death. Then again, from the scars she could roughly make out through the gaps, maybe the idea of the smaller woman making it out of such trouble made more sense than previously assumed.

But with her response brought a more disturbing question: Did Fireside just throw a mentally troubled woman in a pit? “How much do you don’t know?” She asked cautiously, anxiety creeping into her tone. Maybe the previous comparison of her and a stubborn pup was closer than she’d ever realised. Oh god, this didn’t look good.