Cold Air

She shifted her gaze to him, emerald pools looking to red and purple eyes as what they looked like to her. When he said that no one would have come to save him, she felt a hint of sadness in her heart when she walked over to him, a small, friendly nudge to the male when she had walked back to him. "I would have saved you if you would have needed me. I never wish for someone to be exiled or hurt, it is the worst thing you can experience." She said, soon looking to the sky before looking back to the brute.

"I have never had someone who had ever loved me, not even the males in my pack would even speak to me let alone look at me. My leader only choose me as a wolf for breeding and adding more heirs for the pack." Her eyes looked serious yet helping. "I have been hurt, tortured, banished, and I have been through a lot of sadness after seeing the death of my own parents. Be happy you have a pack that said you are more than a slave or let alone someone that can be controlled."