The wolf woke with a start, jolting up to roll onto her belly. Too weak to stand, and her mind too scrambled to peace together why. Her body ached and she was unable to still the pounding of her heart. Fear lurked at the edges of her mind, its grip on her unbreakable. As her eyes adjusting to her surroundings, Marvel realized she was in a place wholly unfamiliar. Not even the sight had shown her such a place, but she had learned to ignore and hide that sight. It was no wonder that it revealed nothing to her now.
With a groan she stumbled up onto her paws, her legs shaking like a newborn fawn's in its first precious minutes of life. Slowly, her mind pieced back together the memories of her encounter with a she-wolf. A Seer, far more powerful than herself and far more wicked. Where was she? Fear kept her from looking around herself for Hex, as if thinking that if she did not see the female then she would not be here.
Instead, her gaze focused solely on one goal - the exit. Marvel was weak, but not incapable of movement. With enough will, she could drag herself out of this place, try to return home to the pack that had raised her. It mattered not that she was a tool to them, they were surely more kind to her than this place would be. Head pounding, she stepped forward and fell.
On the ground, she cursed her weakness, tears of frustration streaming down her cheeks. She had to get out of here, she had to go home.
"You can not escape." a voice called out as two purple eyes narrowed on Marvel's weak frame. "Your efforts are meaningless. Conserve your energy and rest." As Hex spoke she stepped out from her place against the shadows, her lean frame standing firm and tall.
"Your dreams haunt you?" her voice echoed throughout the hallowed tree the pair rested in, locked in darkness, together. "You seemed unsettled."
The darker female had watched the splotched seer sleep, this much was easy to see. Her eyes narrowed as she slowly closed the distance between the two, stopping at Marvel's front paws.
"The Raven will see you soon."
The voice, familiar, sent a chill down her spine. It made her muscles tighten, her joints lock into place. Memories of her confrontation with Hex played out in her mind. She had been bested, she had lost, and now she lay here in a place unfamiliar and unwelcoming. Her head turned and she looked towards the glow of Hex's purple eyes in the dark. Even if she did not see the femme step out from the shadows, the voice was unmistakable and unforgettable. "You do not know what I can and cannot do," she challenged with a small, defensive growl.
They both knew that Marvel did not have the energy to fight back.
"Dreams are a comfort compared to the waking world." This was her true nightmare. She had left her home pack, only to be captured and transported far enough away that she could not go back.
Warily, her gaze followed Hex as the seer made a slow approach. Marvel did not have the strength to run, but she would not have turned tail on this female anyways. Her maw pulled down into a scowl, and gathering her strength she stumbled back onto her feet. "Who is the Raven?" she questioned.