Moonlit Manners[joining thread]

For a moment, the slave considered staying on the floor. Shre decided otherwise, seeing as her pride had indeed been somewhat hurt(though that the jarl had had to actually order her to get up made her feel a little better), and by the fact that she had valued her life more than her dignity of remaining a free wolf. Slowly, she picked up her feet and stood, blood trickling throughgh caked dirt.

In her anger, she decided she didn't need Thistles help. She knew how to clear and clean a wound like this properly. She would refuse this wolf's hand, having decided that until things make a turn for the better, these wolves were NOT her friends.

Self-preservation is key...

She followed Ragnar, refusing to meet whatever eye contact he offered and lifting her head and tail up as far as he would let him, prepared to leap away should the time ever have a need to, but never once trying again to break away.