Broken Antler Fen there's no place like home

The murmur of his voice was soft, and though she shuddered away from it, she wanted the rope removed from her neck more than anything. She had carried it from her prison across miles of woodland until she had arrived in the Teekon wilds. Now, she stared at the face of the man who claimed he could remove it from her body. She carefully picked over the details, like they were questions she would attempt to remember at a later time. Dark patches of grey near his eyes and nose, and – of course – the sunlit burn of his eyes. Perhaps it was fate that she should cross paths with this Skwol. She could have happened across anyone. Lucy knew the population of the wilds was more than she could possibly ever acquaint herself with. Still, she could not help but to feel afraid.

The fear was not enough to cause her to turn away from Skwol, and so she bent her head and exposed the top of her neck. The fur stood there, but she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. He instructed her to hold still, so her limbs reacted accordingly. Each leg stiffened under his words and she felt her shoulders lock herself to the ground, anchoring her body there. Heart thumping, she felt his whiskers against the scruff of her neck and she gritted her fangs sharply.

Her visitor tugged lightly at the rope to offer her some understanding of what he would hope to accomplish. She exhaled sharply and nodded her head once. Lucy would permit him to do what he needed to free her from the tassel. Something whispered to her – told her that this wolf may very well know what it meant to be held captive. This was not something that she could speak to, and so she didn't. It was, however, the only reason that she remained there while he worked to free her.