Her fear was grand as all three wolves came closer and closer to her. Another whine slipped from her mouth as she was blocked in, the gray female at her front and the black male behind her. Fear coursed off her body, and she knew that there was no escape unless she fought. She was no fighter, not a single bone in her body was made for fighting. She knew that she belonged to them now. It was a mistake for her to come here, she just wanted to know why Sibelle's scent led this way. Thoughts of her old sweet master came to mind as she cowered there, not moving or saying anything. Her head hung in defeat, she would not move a muscle. She was asked directly was she was doing here, and she knew that she had to answer. Shying away from the woman her pale blue eyes remained on the ground. "Sibelle's scent." She whispered, not knowing what else to say. That is what led her here, so she wasn't really lying. She wasn't a big talker though, never had been. So she didn't know what else to do, other than flip herself and go belly up. Maybe that would show them. She was no threat, and the aging woman wouldn't dare to lift a paw. She knew that running would be futile, she had been claimed. Ekko no longer belonged to her sweet Sibelle, but to the demons who stole her in the first place.
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