where am i?

A maelstrom of emotion clung to her like a sickly miasma. Tears burned in her eyes and she tried to keep them blinked them away. This guy was trying to be friendly with her, it seemed. She finally lifted her head enough to get a look at him. God, so young. Older than those bratty children, but still, so young, so fresh. Her opinion of this pack's children was low in regards to their morality but high concerning their malice. But, he wanted her to come with, to get cleaned up. Said he didn't wish to hurt her. It made her confused, a little nervous. As kind as he seemed, she knew deception was the only thing ahead of her. Forever.

With the fear of a creature who had been broken deeply, into her very foundation, she rose to her mud-caked feet and slinked behind her new companion. Fear of a beating or perhaps another cosmetic removal kept her pace. The fog and her sickly condition made it difficult for her to see, so she kept an eye on the blur of brown and white ahead of her. Where would they go?