Dragoncrest Cliffs "With it or on it."

Quickly overwhelmed by brute coercion, Raleska was forced to hold still. As motionless as her body was, her throat never ceased its rumblings; she distrusted every wolf here, and the explosion of Eurycrates' viscera from flesh was still brimming fresh on her mind.

They had killed him, and they would kill her too. Her body shuddered with adrenaline and anger, a strange concoction that made her a strange mix of drunkenly sharp, and dully insensitive to the teeth that pressed against her fur.

She was panting when Blixen threatened to break her legs, and while there was still some fight left in her, Raleska had little choice but to accept her fate. Grimly, the girl thought of how Svalinn or Caiaphas would look if they were in this situation - and defiant as ever, her yellow eyes focused on Blixen, her breath raspy with choked, almost hysterical growls.