I'll be kind, if you'll be faithful

A flash of light peeking through into her eyes was what had stirred Hecate from her less than peaceful sleep. Her mind was wrapped around her dream of far off lands, lands farther away from her parents then she currently was. The woman had a lack of understanding for the wolves she had once called family. They were all vile and cruel. She would no longer endure their suffering with physical pain but the emotional trauma behind these events had destroyed her very soul. She could barely handle a social interaction without losing it, even if just in her mind. She knew better than to voice her concerns, especially to a stranger whom she did not know, which had pretty much summed up her life for the most part.

With a bit of a delay, Jezebel rose to her paws before squeezing out of the narrow crack of the earth which she had rested in the night prior. The rising sun called her attention as she looked out onto it and wondered if she was the only one who had suffered. Anxiety filled Hec as she turned away from the sun to walk to wherever her paws might take her. Worry and fear spread through her eyes and body and was shown throughout her features for what it was - fear and worry.