Porcupine Ridge [discovery: lotus spring] dirty laundry

As volatile as the beast could be, he was trained well. His shadow loomed over the water, fighting with the darkness that soaked her little body; the chill of the water reached in to her bones, it stung, but not as much as Raheerah's sudden grip upon her scruff. Dawa was hauled ashore in the next instant, dripping wet and shivering — whether that was from the pond or the pain, she could not say. Both sensations were shocking things to her system. Entities fighting for dominion over her.

Her body was then placed on the ground — nearly thrown. Her teeth chattered and grew more envigorated when a ghoulish wind pressed against her. Dawa did the first thing her body asked, and pressed towards Raheerah. She ignored his scent and the feel of the beast's coat, burrowing in it, touching his skin and sparking her own with hot white lightning. Physically, Dawa's breathing became shallow and her crooked tail tucked — falling away from any sort of dominating, proper stature that an Alpha should hold. Clear signs of her pain, which she endured because instinct told her to.

The cold meant death, it was basic, it was bestial. The only language she could truly understand.