tears of salt, heart of stone

Could a wolf become one with the ground beneath them? The moment that Idris whirled on her, Cambria's legs ceased doing their job and she dropped to the ground, tail tucking up against her belly and ears plastering to her skull. A soft whimper pulled from her as massive jaws snapped next to her face. She'd felt those teeth more than once and didn't want to feel them again. The former princess had little pride left, so when Idris insisted, she replied with, "Y-yes sir."

Only when his lips slid back into place and his posture was less domineering and terrifying did Cambria even breathe. The striped ball of fur turned back into a wolf, lightly shaking the sand from her coat before following quietly after the brute like a shadow. It was almost always like this and Bria had accepted that this was her life. She didn't remember much from before Idris and Matija.

"Cambria"