Redhawk Caldera I'll just mix 'em in my drink

No, he'll kill you.  He'll come and you'll make the same mistake as me and he'll try and eat... oh god.  Maia was a carnivore, but the idea that there was a wolf out there who killed and seemingly ate wolves for the pleasure of it made her physically ill in a way she'd never felt before.  She wanted to cry with relief again when he said he wasn't going anywhere, but she also wanted to scream.  No, please...

She hated that she wasn't brave enough to argue with him further.

Further into the territory finally did tip her off to something she'd failed to put together so far.  This isn't the copse,  she said, lowering her head and flattening her ears as she turned her muzzle to look around.  Even that much movement sent a nauseating spike to her headache.  Where are we?

Claim or no, she needed to move with him.  Her instincts were screaming at her to hide, and she didn't want him out here any longer than he needed to be either.  She prepared herself for a moment while he presumably answered her question, then pushed herself to her feet with a soft hiss of breath.  The world titled alarmingly when she did, and for a second she thought she might pass out.  She'd only felt that sensation a couple of times before but she recognized it immediately and froze, waiting for it to pass before she tried to move any more.  Slowly, leaning fairly heavily on Eljay, she managed to get shakily to her feet.  Between the blood loss and the trauma, she was running on fumes.  But she'd make it to wherever he took her, no matter what it.

WC: 285