The sound of sudden fighting was enough to jolt Triss from her stupor. Blinking stupidly around herself, she struggled to understand what was going on. With a fresh dose of his tonic inside of her, she could barely find room to think. But there was plenty of room to panic. She felt her breathing hitch, and she curled in on herself, little tail covering her paws as she whimpered and listened to the sounds of tearing. She didn’t know if she should be afraid for someone, so instead she was simply afraid for herself.
When a great and bloody beast crashed through the door, she gasped, ducking even further into the floor of the shelter. She shied away at first when the creature went to grab her, but then the scent that reached her confused her. It reminded her of soft things, comforting things. It was so utterly at odds with what she was seeing that it froze her for a moment. Then she was in the wolf's arms, and the wolf was calling her her love.
She took in another breath of that oddly comforting scent, leaning into the wolf where logic dictated she should be afraid. Then, after a long moment, she whispered. “Mumma? Mumma, is that you?” Her words were broken and slurred, and her eyes lacked focus
