Hushed Willows stuck on a chain

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She shivered involuntarily as a shadow drifted towards her through the undergrowth. It was a tall, robust wolf with a curiously docked tail and eyes that spoke volumes of a deeply rooted suspicion towards strangers. Any other day—any other world, she might've found something a kinship in such things. But instead she cowed at the sight of him. Zara crouched so low that her belly kissed the damp earth, and her tail curled up between her legs. Her ears flattened and she whined softly to placate any ire that could be potentially lingering in those mercurial eyes. Her body trembled again, and she cursed herself for being so fragile.

Before she could answer the first male, another strode forth from the woodland and, if it weren't for the proximity of the other male, she might have turned and fled right there. But she stuck fast, stomach growling to remind her that she would certainly face death if she could not sway the sympathies of a pack. The other male—Stark, appeared a bit more confident, and his tail waved high. She was reminded, painfully, of her father. Her paws flexed and claws dug grooves into the dirt while her eyes flickered towards the other male's legs, knowing he was sizing her up. She had no hope of winning if they decided on violence to drive her off. She whined, again.

"A-a home. I'm alone," she stuttered. Zara, of course, had now way of knowing that the Marauders had recently dealt with refugees, but perhaps the knowledge there were no others with her would give her a better argument. She licked her lips nervously. "Di-dispersed."