Otter Creek Only here for the weekend

Soon she was barely there at all, conscious but so discombobulated that she didn't do much more than blink and twitch. By the time the two-toned wolf returned, she couldn't even move her head. Her chestnut eyes did slowly lift to acknowledge him, yet they were dull and uncomprehending. Her face remained slack, expressionless, even as he smiled wickedly down at her.

Her body gave a feeble twitch, as if Wildfire was merely trapped in there and crying out for escape. Yet even inside her head, there was nothing but the quiet susurrus of the rain.