She was trembling now, her porcelain joint ached as she shivered, she would've liked to let herself fall to the floor and accept her fate as the monster's snack but a little flame of life that still glimmered inside her heart refusued to give up.

With her ears pinned to the back of her skull and her tail neatly tucked between her thighs she looked around --she even brought herself to sniff up the eerie air around her, which told her that her companion was a male; but that wasn't all, another good whiff of the blinding fog revealed that it also wore the Vikings cologne. So in other words, it was from the pack too..

She wondered if it was only a cruel joke from Ragnar, who technically ruled these forests as the ghost seemed to claim --but then the thought of the voice actually belogning to a supernatural being returned. What if what she was hearing was no one but a Viking ghost who still haunted the lands that he used to inhabit?"The forest is Ragnar's" she barked with a wavering voice, that answer would anger a potential spirit but she figured it would please the savage Viking if it was really him behind the curtain.

She felt caught in the middle of a bad joke, as if a camera was zooming on her face everytime she cringed with fear and that at any second someone would jump out throwing little paper bits at her face and say, 'pranked!'.

She also felt like a puppet, flailing and shivering at the command of the cruel pupper master that hid siomewhere in those woods, simply toying with her emotions as the poor captive feared for her life. The voice began to rumble again, speaking foul things of Ragnar. That placed him out of the game right? Why would he diss himself to pester a simple prisoner? She wondered if perhaps the mysterious entity was a jealous member of the Bay that had no trouble venting his emotions at the forest.

His words lingered in the air for a second, and were then carried away by the wind. She whipped her head to look behind her, as she felt the cold fingers of the breeze caress the nape of her neck, the boy contibued to be hidden from her eyes and she was beginning to get more and more anxious about the situation. "So what do you want with me if this forest isn't yours anymore?" she barked, while trying hard not to let her voice break half-way through the sentence. Go bother him instead of me, she thought quietly as she felt the haris on her tail puff out.

He had put up a hell of an act, the girl had even questioned her fate when the voice first called out to her. He had been lucky she believed in supernatural beings and ghosts, if she hadn't perhaps his cover would've been blown a lot faster. But damn it had been a cruel joke for the unsuspecting captive.

When the boy spoke again, trying to keep up his charade the skinny female's ears swiveled around her head while her golden orbs traced the outlines of a rather monstruous tree. Then without much warning a pale bag of fluff slipped from behind the jagged trunk, falling to the ground with a thud. She backed up with a jolt, thinking that whatever creature had been lurking there was coming for her but was quick to see that the terrorizing monster was nothing but a young wolf.

The girl's forehead and muzzle wrinkled into a frown, she was ashamed she had allowed the foolish boy to mess with her. She gave a low growl until she remembered she was the Viking's possetion, with a bitter taste in her mouth she swallowed a million curse words she would've liked to yell. Instead Claire simply huffed air from her nostrils like a bull while piercing his skin with her gold eyes. "You truly are a monster aren't you?" she barked non-chalantly, feeling a little prickling in her paws that told her to simply walk away.

Claire's sharp features had twisted into a cold grimace, that looked more intense due to the prominent cheekbones that poked out her face's sides. She hadn't enjoyed the prank as the boy had, and though he was practically just a child a strong feeling of loathing broiled in her empty belly. She kept her feelings bottled either way, she knew that snapping at one of the legitimate members of a pack wouldn't help her case --or reduce her time as a captive. .

Her brows furrowed as the boy gave a lame excuse to his behaviour, it was the fact that he shrugged it off so easily and offered a smile to make things better what annoyed her the most. She was growing tired of being toyed with by the Bay members. Though her tasks as a captive had been easy until now, she didn't enjoy being pushed around by the youngest members as well.

"Or most deplorable.. go hide under someone else's bed" she barked through gritted teeth, then after flicking her tail miserably under her thighs one last time she spun around and began trotting off to a less terrorizing place.