Blackfeather Woods It was real and I repent

Where else would she be?  She was too scared to move past the opening of the cave.  She'd tried once and started getting dizzy — she thought it was because of her wounds, but she had been unaware of the weeping tree that stood watch nearby.  Any other time, it was the cold that deterred her, or the image of her pelt hung upon the stalagmite teeth.

She's curled up behind one of them when the man's growl rattles around her.  She emerges from the shadow, bristling, angry.. but she does not remember his involvement of her capture.  She regards him with a cold stare, but she has learned that even if she cannot make friends here that nobody has hurt her yet.

And she will hold onto that until someone does.