Broken wings

She wasn’t sure how long she lay there before the sound of another wolf reached her. The soft voice of the other slave reached her as the other woman whispered fierce instructions in her ear. Ashamed at having been caught in a moment of weakness, Lia stifled her sobbing. It took a moment to cram the emotions back into place, to let that glazing of indifference fall over her. To blink away the pain…

Once it did, she wiped her eyes and dragged herself back to her paws. “Citala, I’m sorry I distrubed you” she whispered back once she was on four paws. She still felt stiff and sore, but she could drag herself back to the den. She had no choice, she had to. She was glad for the other slaves' interference. She knew what would have awaited her if she had been found there by other masters. “Can you help me get back to bed?” She whispered, feeling her worn paws trembling under her.

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