ten feet under and upside down

He may have been some mighty warrior for the pack, or someone of great importance, but as soon as he started talking again it was like any hope for friendship evaporated. The stranger wasn't someone to be revered. He was not kind. Saskia was slow to understand the terms he laid out before her. When understanding flooded her mind, she was appalled - and quite offended - that this so-called offer was on the table. She was wallowing in mud, drowning in rain, and lost from her home; this guy, whoever he was, didn't have a single decent bone in his body. A slave?

But, if there was no other choice...

"Fine. I accept." Her tone had changed. Saskia didn't sound so defeated now (perhaps because she was hopeful about her chances for the first time in days), but she didn't sound particularly happy. She took a shaky step towards the pale wolf and dipped her head, feeling rain flow across her throat as she did so, running from her back. "I, Saskia, swear my loyalty to you - to -" A slight lift of her snout, and she was peering at him carefully, waiting for him to name himself before they set out. If she was going to serve this boy, she'd best know his name.