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Rosalyn's strength was flagging, even as they pushed her along, stumbling.  She kept up as best as she was able, pushing past the weariness because she figured if they found her escort too much a bother, ending her life still wasn't off the table.  This taste of freedom and the promise of leaving was too much to even consider risking.

Her legs were trembling by the time they removed the skin from her head, and she cast about, noticing nothing familiar about the forest they stood in.  Her stomach roiled but she managed to keep it down, probably because she had nothing in it to expel.  Open space.  Almost.

Anatumbra spoke, and her stare bored into her.  The words were unsurprising, and Rosalyn kept still a moment, catching her breath.  Then she nodded, and with a single glance, turned to stumble off once more, opposite the wolves and their cliffside fortress.  She kept her bearing and her tail tucked low, her ruined and good ears flat to her skull.  But their word was good - she was allowed to leave, unmolested, with those words burning in her mind.