Stavanger Bay The north wind blew, its head asunder

Nightshade had somehow managed to sneak away from her "master", but she didn't dare try to leave the territory. Something told her that she'd only be dragged back if she did. So, the new slave of Ragnar quietly sat on the sandy stretch of beach, watching the ocean roll onto the shore and back again, desperate to reach further inland, but it was trapped for all eternity in the bowls of the earth, never to touch the mountains nestled safely in the background.

Her flank ached and itched with the healing scabs of her entrance into the pack, having been scrapped against stick and stone, and yet still she ignored it in silence. The female was frustrated and angry. There was little she could do in her situation, but she still tried to think, to find a way out...

She quietly stood up, her large pupils stormy with the dark feelings that tormented her. She was furious with the two alphas and resisted their authority. She wanted to try and escape now, but her recent nights have been restless and plagued in her usual nightmare, which had become much more vivid since her capture, and the effects of it showed. She was much more sluggish than her normal state, and she knew she wouldn't even make it past the border...

So, she settled in resisting them on smaller terms. Avoiding them may be the best option, in the state she was in, and she was currently doing so.