Silver Moraine Sitting here in the afternoon,

Please feel free to archive - if you want, I can start another where she's conscious but subdued.

Unbeknownst to either of them, the shadow had made his situation worse. The only wolves that loved her were far from the wilds, and the only stakes she'd been concered with were for her own survival. Ilse knew not his name or his fists when she stepped foot in this cave, but now she had experienced the latter firsthand.

Just before the fingers of oblivion dragged her to their murky realm, the venom yellow of her eye seared open if only for a moment. She would commit his face to memory. Were she ever to wake, she would find a way out of this — and then, she'd find a way to make him pay.