Otter Creek Only here for the weekend

She remained oblivious as she was dragged rather unceremoniously away from the creek, the wet grass facilitating the movement. She didn't come around when they crossed the borders, the scent markers enchanced by the rainfall, which had started to slow. When she slumped in the deep well of the cave, her eyes remained open, staring vaguely at the nearer wall.

When her captor demanded her name, Wildfire made no reply other than a quiet sigh.