Horizon Ridge there's something here that's broken

At the second command, August raised herself up, and began to follow the male silently. Her tail remained tucked and her head stayed low, but she couldn't help the small glance to her side, where she quietly scanned the horizon. Her eyes soon trailed back down to a spot just beside the stranger's feet.

The petite wolfess did not speak a word. She had not been told to and thus her jaws held tightly shut. To speak up now could be the death of her. Or that was what she believed, anyway. That had been the punishment at her old home. Should she call it home? Perhaps not, but it was where she was born and raised. The males were on top, the females on the bottom. And since August was so small, she was right at the very bottom. 

She was scared of those times. Her father had been just as harsh, if not more, as many of the other members of the pack. Heck, he killed his mate - August's mother. In front of her. Her siblings had already been dead, but they were never a big fan of August. Her mother had been the only one who had cared for her. And she was gone - murdered. It was only that that had finally given her a pang, a pang of sorrow. It was so strong that she had run. The maiden was small and nobody had noticed her - nor did they care.

That was how she got here, and now she continued to follow the stranger. He was commanding and August knew she was not strong enough to rebel, nor did she want to. She was scared - though obeying was part of her nature. Her instincts. She was a naturally submissive wolf.