Ankyra Sound And What if I Fly? (Trigger Warning)

She wants to scream at him. The soft, almost loving way he speaks to her is infinitely worse, and she almost would prefer to be beaten and snarled at. 

She had always believed that every wolf could make his own destiny, every wolf was redeemable. 
But he wasn't a wolf was he? He had said so himself. And a hatred clenched around her heart. She would never trust another dog again. She would rather they be left to rot. 
He indicates the tree a few feet from them and she nods, pushing her exhausted and overworked muscles to dig out the soil beneath the roots, wedging herself snugly in.  Trembling from fear, pain, and exhaustion she enters the makeshift den, watching him discretely. She needed to know what kind of sleeper he was.