Finding Her Paws

Ringing clouded anything from entering her ears. No matter how much she tried to grip onto the reality of her situation, it just seemed like it kept slipping further and further away. Black dots continuously blurred a fading vision. Wanting nothing more than to become normal again. What was she to do? Gaze lifted from where they sat down casted. The scent of another pack closing in on her location. Their voice a jumble of words as they spoke. “Greetings… Borders…. Avalon…. Help….” Chesna whimpered in the lack of communication. Her throat dry from lack of usage. However, it didn’t stop her from trying to still speak. "Escaping… Run… Away… Slave…" The thickness of her Russian accent didn’t help much. She hadn’t learned much English and the amount she did was only to help understand to a certain extent. Limbs tremble the more she tried to stand. Fighting the urge to collapse at the strangers paws with every passing second. "Пожалуйста. Не наказывай меня. Мне нужно. Мне нужно." Chesna should have thought this far before choosing to escape. It wasn’t much of a choice; but, a quick impulsive moment to finally be free of being a slave. Something she knew could not be ignored. This world was beat into her. The chains that made noise around her front ankles and neck gave witness to this. As she looked up to meet the wolf’s eyes, a glimmer of hope flitted quickly across her own. And in that moment, darkness took over.

Her body collapsed. Landing with a very loud thud to the ground. Between hunger, thirst and the multiple anxiety attacks. Chesna’s body could no longer stand the weight of it all.
Walk~"Speech"~Thought