Captives

Her alpha called himself Jarl a title that the same as 'lord' or 'alpha' she supposed, but unfamiliar. "Jarl?" she rolled the word off her tongue. If that was what he wanted to be called so be it, but it was a strange word. "Alright, milor- me Jarl." the girl corrected herself quickly.

The waif blanched when her Jarl said that she and Olor were going to be killed for trespassing, but she already knew that Jarl Ragnar was soft on children. If he wasn't, they probably would be slaves by now and not captives, or Olor would have been dead. "Alwigh' me Jarl. I won't ever make that mistake again. I promise."

There were no real borders back home at Bethnal Green, not like here. There were things called 'turfs' and those always changed in size when gang fights occurred. She wasn't used to (mostly) permanent borders like packs had and that was perhaps the main reason for her trespassing. She had a habit back home of crossing into the turfs of other packs to steal or taunt the wolves, which made her ignore most border markings. After this event, that was surely to change.