Turtle Island [NaWOWriMo] Of Metal and Magic

Abducted by the same aliens.

Wraen had no memory of how she had come here - the last thing she remembered was watching the moon, while she was waiting for Maia's return and wondering, why was it so big and unusually bright and... BHAM! she found herself here, far away from anything remotely familiar. 

She was not a coward, but even the bravest of wolves would have been shocked to find themselves in a barren, metal cave that had a very strong, acidic smell to it (these aliens were very keen on keeping their ship germ free) and a very slippery surface to stand on. Naturally, no one clipped her nails in the nature, so her claws were the least suitable to walk around here. 

A loud clanking and screeching noise had caused panic in her. She had attempted to run away, she had tried to climb walls and eventually crashed in a window that she had mistakenly assumed to be an exit to the outside world. Dizzy and concussed Wraen crawled under a table and cowered in the corner, with her eyes shut tightly, her wishing for the nightmare to end. 

It did not, but it did send someone her way. She heard tiny footsteps coming in her direction, after a moment of deliberation she peered out of her hiding spot and... "Oh, good god you are here!" she exclaimed with a tint of hysteria in her voice. This was the first time in her life, where she was actually glad to meet a weasel.