Deepwood Weald It’s the same way you showed me

It only took a few shakes for her to lose consciousness. The loss of blood, the brutal fight, the psychological trauma—it had all taken its toll, and before she could even try to get away from him, she was met with darkness. The bite to her arm would get no resistance. Neither would she wake when he grabbed a hold of her scruff and started to drag her away from her forest and from Mal and from her pack. She had finally pushed him too far and put herself in too much danger to get out of now. 

They would be halfway to his destination before she did finally open her eyes. But she would be too groggy and in too much pain to put up much of a fight.