Haunted Wood Inside Looking Out

The growling and barking from a young wolf were no more than startling to Cordelia. Of all the wolves that had shown themselves during her capture, the curiosity of a group of pups was the most consistent. One even choosing to venture within the pit before being helped out. She laid on the ground and listened to the persistent cries of the young one, seeing no point in rising or yelling for it to cease.

It was only at the sound of a more grown wolf that her ears perked up and she lazily lifted her head. He requested water and asked for it urgently. She wondered if this was merely an aimless chore for the young pup to do so that he might bring about some form of punishment unsuitable for childs eyes. At the sight of him descending into the pit, her heart raised and she struggled to lift herself from the ground. His words and more so his tone of voice caused her to settle and rest on her forelimbs.

He was tall and muscular, allowing him to enter her enforced home with such ease. She looked at him and then to the floor, a natural instinct of submission, but also a response to the continued feeling of embarrassment she felt to be down here. 

The questions he had asked she had heard before from Clarence. Part of it was aggravating. If members of this pack didn't even know of her existence here what was the reason she had been placed here in the first place, and why was she still here. But more so than aggravating it was upsetting and adding to her sorrow. "My answers have not changed for a full moon now. I know not his name but he was a golden male of immense size." she said defeatedly to the ground.