Blackfeather Woods It's not like you're unpredictable

Wildfire felt a sick rage simmering inside her at the woman's responses. She was being kept as a prisoner, beaten occasionally and clearly poisoned somehow (maybe it was the food?), simply because this she-wolf and her pack were bored?

She blinked loudly at the invitation to accompany "I" to wash up. Would she be permitted to leave this prison, then? Perhaps she could escape. She felt weak and woozy, though with every passing second, the fog in her mind was lifting. She felt like she'd fallen down a mountain, but she would at least have to try.

"Okay," Wildfire said. "I need to drink," she added, her mouth still sour. "Will we be going to a stream?"