Leave behind the heartache, castaway

Walking along just behind Resin, Avantika kept up her submissive half-crouching pose. Better to be cautious, she thought. The woman seemed nice, but she couldn't help but wonder when that would turn. She didn't know what would trigger this stranger's anger, so she would do nothing much at all until she knew what was safe. It was the only way to start off on the right foot. But at least now she knew what she was doing. Vaguely.

Resin let out a howl. Loud, loud. So loud. The pup cringed back down to the ground. Every sound seemed stronger to her. Angry. She'd lived in silence. Only the King and Queen made noise, and they yelled. She'd hidden through dozens of arguments, trying to block out the screaming, and sometimes the thump of bodies as they attacked each other. She breathed slowly, deeply. They weren't here. Before Resin looked back at her, she was fine and on her paws once more. If she was held together with twigs and string, at least she was held together at all.

She heard the bubbling of the springs before she saw them and couldn't resist a smile. Nice, calm sounds. It would never be silent here, but she kind of liked it. It wasn't angry sounding. She hadn't heard sounds like that before, and she hadn't seen anything like the springs themselves. They met a path that led up to a falls. There was so much water here! She'd never go thirsty again if this kept up.

Resin started talking. Tamsyn sounded like a name, and, with a little thought, she figured out that the sentence meant something similar to "Tamsyn is going to put you up the falls". Made enough sense to her. And Resin said the word "eat", so that was good. She was getting hungry, though not as hungry as she had been some times. She sat, keeping her eyes locked on the dark wolf. What was going to happen now? Who was Tamsyn? And why had she been brought here?