She watched quietly as the breezes shifted Alusia's pale furs, and the female settled into a comfortable sit. Wyvern stayed as she was for now and turned her tinted ears forward. Her expression furrowed into vague confusion as the story began to unfold -- it was not what she had expected to hear, especially with the involvement of "two-legged creatures". That went over her head.
That sounds like it was.. well, awful,
she breathed. I've never heard of anything like that. I don't even know much about "two-leggeds", really..
She peered at Alusia, finding that she did have some questions about the two-legged things, but not sure if it was appropriate to ask them all. Obviously, that was an ugly thing to think about and based on what little she did know, interactions with them were usually bad. This served to confirm that. Wyvern wondered if she was lucky to have survived, and to be a functional, capable, wild wolf afterward..
I bet you're glad to not be there anymore,
she shook her head, unable to fully fathom what it had been like for her. Wyvern had always been free to do as she pleased, not held prisoner. If they dropped you off near the borders, do you think there is any chance they would... come back? Or something?
Wyvern's ears were back, and truly, she felt kind of bad for asking this. But Alusia had humored her so far, so it was worth a shot. Of course, she wouldn't take offense if she'd rather not answer, or even think about it anymore..