Runaway Girl

The dame before her seemed to not be a threat at all, made no move to rise up and strike her down for once resting higher than she. Ekko still did not meet the others eyes, but she was told to stand up and did so. Still the girl rested much shorter than Sibelle's, if she were to look at her it would be in an upward motion. Her legs shook at standing at full height, the pulling on her muscles unfamiliar and strange to her body. It was the complete opposite than most wolves stood, often feeling discomfort while holding her usual stature. Her name had been asked of her, and she silently cursed that she had not offered it in a reply to Sibelle's name. "Ekko my Lady." She drawled, her own voice sounding strange compared to the smoother tones of the russet female. She didn't realize she had a slight accent, not until she compared their voices to each other.

Ekko risked a quick glance up at the green eyes beauty, seeing that the female has her head tilted as she inspected the female. Did her scar offend the pretty fae? It was puckered and large, and shone in the dim winter's sun. Pink, fat, and ugly. The dame hung her head, whining softly as her nose almost touched the ground. She hated others seeing her scar, about asking for her story and why her beauty was taken away from her. It had been the only thing that she had going for her, that and her three perfect pups that were taken away from here too quickly. Now her face was marred, and no one could ever love her. But this Sibelle, this gentle soul, was sitting before her, relaxed before the lesser female. Could that mean that she had found someone to take her, to claim her? Ekko was a slave through and through, there was no doubt that she was not going to run into someone who wished to rule over her. The rusted red wolf raised her light blue eyes to once more look into her soft face. Yes, if anyone was going to take her, she wished it to be this perfect being before her.