Raven's Watch Dawnthief

Her submission was instinctive, and it felt infinitely better than dwelling on her stricken and bare emotions. Her cheery fire had been dampened—there was no fight left in her bones—and she lay bare like untended coals; her eyes smoldering but dim.

But when she glanced up at him, much to her horror, he was bemused. A palpable blush bloomed, and she rolled back onto her stomach, ears pulled back in an embarrassed fashion.

He was just curious.

"I-I just..." she started, wanting to explain that she saw it, even despite his gentle coming. Wanting to say that she could see his Alpha bearings; but she considered the fact that she could be wrong. But his scent carried many others with it, and she was not inclined to disbelieve her instincts.

She shook her head in several quick switches, and peered up at the wolf named Tagg, with soft interest. "I'm Diane," she said softly, noticing that her voice was quite coarse and her throat felt as if she had swallowed sand. She realized that she hadn't had a drink in a while, and she hadn't spoken for even longer. The vain part of her suddenly remarked at how ugly her usually musical voice sounded.

She cleared her throat as best she could. "Could you tell me where I am?" she croaked, frowning a little at the sound, and going briefly cross-eyed as she mentally berated her ribbiting muzzle. Her gaze jumped back to the seated shadow.