Runaway Girl

Her daydream was snatched away from her when the call of another female was heard. Startled, Ekko scrambled onto her paws and huddled down on the top of the rock. Her pale blue eyes didn't dare to meet those of the much taller female, her tail tucked between her legs and she jumped off the rock so that she was not standing taller than she. The dame's first words at been muffled, she had been approached on her bad side and the word of greeting was lost upon her. Tucking the right side of her face closer to her body, she lowered her bodice even more. "Greetings Lady Sibelle, how may I serve you?" She mumbled, her drawl sounding different from the russet female. It was obvious that she was not from her just from the different pitch of her vocals.

The unclaimed slave still held her lower position, her limbs used to the pain of suspending her muscles. The female called Sibelle had not made a move to harm her, but that did not mean that she would relax from the way that she held herself. Violence or not, Ekko was a slave through and through, obvious from her manners. She remained silent though, she had not been addressed and wouldn't dare to speak out of place. She was a lesser being, and knew it with every part of her hollow soul. She could feel the queens emerald eyes upon her form which made her tuck her scarred face even closer to her flank. Sibelle was a beautiful wolf, she didn't want to offend her with her ugly face.