Sequoia Coast because i had to

Very very fun, thank you for the thread

Nerian did not squeak nor complain and did not move from her place upon the ground, she allowed him to place her there. Even as his teeth took her ruff it had elicited a response from her body that she did not understand. Her neck ached because of the contact and yet her body cried out for more, But he left her then, cold and fragile

Nerian barely moved for an hour after he left, slowly the burning under her pelt tingled away. His gods may be laughing at him but In her mind her god had turned his back to her, rejected her, and now Ragnar too the physically embodiment of rejection literally turned his back toward her. Was she that worthless, the bay, this land; empty of wolves without a pack to live upon it seemed a fitting place for her to be left alone.

Slowly the bitch stood and very stiffly she walked the outskirts. She may be worthless in her own mind but at the very least she could be useful. She continued to mark the borders of the bay with her feet and scent, refraining still from urinating. Not once did she look toward the way Ragnar went