Panic!
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She was groggy, pain ran over her head, and she none of the smells around her were familiar. She wasn't in the pack lands and she was trying to figure out how she got here. She tried to think, and the last thing she remembered was being in the pack den. Then she remembered the stranger she saw. Her nose sniffed around more as she tried to stand straight up. Her body felt numb and tingled rendering her unable to do so. A scent that was familiar seemed to be laced around her. She took it in and mulled it over. Suddenly, it hit her like a brick to her head. Amy! She began to panic, her heart raced with fear and she tried to stand. Why was she here!? Why couldn't she have just stayed asleep!? She tried to scramble to her feet and get out of here before she was noticed leaving, but she couldn't, her body was slow moving and clumsy. She could barely stand right. She whimpered.


The safety of her puppies was at the forefront of her mind, but there was nothing she could do about it if she couldn't stand. The only thing she could do was howl and hope someone could hear her. There was indeed one hope out there. One shred of line to the pack, and he soared high in the sky above her. Theos. He had landed on a perch way above in one of the pines easily a mile away. His acute sight and hearing allowed him to hear the panic his wolf threw. He had followed her that night when he was awoke by the struggle the stranger caused within the den in New Dawn. He silently followed and kept himself quiet. The pack could have been alerted by his screeching, but he didn't want to be put his life at risk in case the man had arrows. It was also why he kept himself silent and out of sight now.


He observed and watched over Adonia, hoping to catch a pattern. If she was remaining in one place, he then could let the pack know. If Amy had a pattern of travel, and coming and goings of the place she stayed, then he could tell the pack. Right now, Theo served as a scout, and soon he'd relay this information to the pack...right now, he made sure Adonia was remaining alive. So far they seemed to care for her. Perhaps The woman wanted something from Adonia...and Theo was beginning to feel it had something to do with Adonia carrying puppies...

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The howl cut through the house. It looked like Adonia was feeling better. Carefully Amy prepared the meal that she would feed to her captive. It had to be prepared with care. At least they were far enough away that no one would hear the hybrid's call. The catnip in her grasp slipped, hitting the ground hard. Cursing she crouched down, thankful that she hadn't kept it in a jar. Working with only one arm was difficult.


The tender meal was prepared, a large slice of liver and the flesh of a fawn had been covered and sprinkled with various herbs for flavor. There was pain killers for Adonia and a crushed poppy seed had been added to keep the female drugged. Entering into the room Amy smiled softly, placing the food down. Headache better? She didn't want the female to end up damaged. She just needed her sedated enough to not struggle.


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Adonia's panic was beginning to drip away, and she tried to think clearly on how she needed to act in order to get out. Then her eyes darted the sound of another approaching. Her eyes found the dog. She came in the room as if nothing was wrong, as if she wasn't a thief or a puppy napper, or a slaver. Her words sounded kind, and Adonia simply nodded not really wanting to speak fearing what was going on, not sure what the male had in mind when he dragged her here, and not sure what Amy now wanted her for. Adonia could only speculate and the fear that speculated did was worst to her than what was going on here...or so that was how she was seeing it right now.


Her eyes never left the blonde woman's form. She watched as the woman came to her level, her eyes darted to the food that was brought it. Adonia didn't want it, she hoped she wasn't being offered food. The last thing on Adonia's mind was food. She wanted to get back to the safety of New Dawn. She wanted to be back near Zalen. What was going on? Why was she here!? How does Zalen feel? He had to be worried sick..possibly very angry..both with her and with Amy. Adonia got herself in this mess by waking up and almost alerting the pack. If she just remained laying and sleeping..or at least pretended to be asleep. None of this would have happened!

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The wide ocean eyes stared at Amy. It looked like the poor female was in a state of panic. Vaguely Amy remembered her, but she hadn't been part of a pack then. It had been a poor choice on Adonia's part to join New Dawn. Her life would have been better in a more civilized pack. Adonia didn't speak as Amy placed the plate down. She didn't mind the silence. It was better than the ones that wouldn't stop talking. Raoth had been terrible for that. She'd been forced to cut out his tongue when he refused to learn his lesson.

You're going to need to eat. I made sure that it will help with your pups. I can make some raspberry tea after if you'd like. Her smile was still serene, eyes falling to the growing stomach. Amy might have reached out to caress it, but she had her own pup now. The need to feel that new life in her grasp had died down some. She had enough control to do what she wanted without too much trouble. Happily she took a step back, watching to see if Adonia would do what was right for her pups and eat.


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