Dawnlark Plains Caught up in a dream

To not feel the wrath of yanking teeth, she leaned towards the pull and was up quickly on all four legs. Lifting her neck, shouldering the disfigured man once in protest, "Puqiitchin!" He was strong, and more notably dense! Thick-skulled to have picked a lone wintergirl. It took a moment for her to walk steady against his hold to try and dispell as much struggle as needed. Make it easy for him– 

Everything was new. So was he. She knew nothing of where she was now and certainly not the direction they headed. "Where?" Her voice tried to offer something of a civil tone, but it was panicked. "To where do you take me?"