Her head pounded, clarity hardly reached as she had tried to study her surrounding and understand what had happened. Blood had oozed and dried on her skull, matting around her ear and making her itch. The back on her neck ached, more blood caking her ruff. The rope they used to bind her was tight and biting the thin skin of her throat and wrists. Her lupus form looked frail in the dark room, its silver sheen dulled and dirtied by her capture and mistreatment, as she tried to keep herself propped up against one of the rooms walls. Her blue eyes looked up, first at gray wolf and then lower to the beast that spoke.[/html]
Anu had waited for the wolf since she had awoken, and knew that he would come to her in time. The tribe's new leader that stood before her was different then she expected. He was tall and thin, featured almost pointed and accented the pompous way he held his shoulders. Had he thought he won? The Dreamer knew he didn't if the Utinas were still in her homelands, safe. She had accepted them into their Crimson sanctuary without question, and she was paying for her hospitality. But Anu had no regrets.
A rat speaks for you? She wondered, her naturally soft voice no different but just raw and cracked from her cries earlier in the night. Eyes met the face of the wolf, ignoring the guide that wished to converse with her. The Dreamer had always had the utmost respect for the tribe, their beliefs and their Spirit Guides. In a different situation she would have shamed herself for being so rude. But they were far beyond pleasantries.
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