This ball and chain

The pale cleaned her wounds diligently, rising to her defense as another approached. So many made her nervous. She was a slave within this pack, she had no rank, no respect, they could easily attack if they wished. And a fight did break out, though it didn't involve her. The cobalt boy attacked the girl that was caring for her, ultimately defeating her. Relief washed through as her sisters golden form appeared. She knew the woman lived here, but she hadn't expected to see her. A tiny creature would approach, and at first she would hesitation, peering at him warily. But he had arrived with Maija, and he had begun to clean her injuries in fine detail. She would watch as he scurries away, returning with herbs and applying them carefully.

Maija would scold both the fighting wolves before approaching. She would whisper an apology only for her ears, and she would silently look up at the woman, hoping to convey her appreciation. But her sister would not linger, departing as quickly she had come, leaving her alone again with the group of wolves. Her gaze would dart between the trio, her wounds stinging lightly as the herbs began to do their work. She vaguely remembered seeing a stranger little creature following her sister back in Solstice, but she wasn't entirely sure. A mental note was made to thank them both when she got out of this hell hole.

"Burn Baby Burn"