Moonspear Perhaps, a bad decision (Intruder)

The female shuddered as the black woman's face twisted and she challenged her statments. The pale grey female said nothing in return, not wanting to sound as though she were back talking the woman. Althaia remained silent as another wolf arrived on scene, this one with an odd pelt. He said he would care for her, and she felt a rush of hope, before the pale furred alpha disagreed with the wolf's intentions. He went on, however, to propose a new suggestion. Althaia glanced up at the snarling ivory alpha, seeing no way out of this unless she agreed to his terms. She couldn't run, couldn't figh't, and this was her only opinion right now. If she negotiated, they might become even more hostile and simply kill her. 

"I...I promise to uphold your terms, sir, and to...to become your loyal thrall" she panted, voice quivering. Althaia felt cold, as if she had just jumped into a lake. She bowed her head to the queen and king, the coldness not leaving her.

She still did not fully understand what was happening. Starvation had made her take a risk she would probably have not even considered before the famine. Now, she was surrounded by hostile wolves and pledging herself to them as the alpha's thrall? She was confused, and frankly terriefied. What did being a thrall, a slave, entail? What would she have to do to repay the alphas for saving her life?