Verona sat on a worn, wooden bench, her green eyes cast down at the dusty ground. Days had blurred together since her arrival at the place, and the initial fear had given way to a dull sense of hopelessness. The wolves towering and intimidating moved about her with indifference, their piercing gazes rarely acknowledging her presence.
She was barely spoken to initially until she took it upon herself to rattle Toma. The action had cost her to lose her voice but it certainly had a desired end result since not long after she was assigned a maid; a rare female specie, making them the only two breast wielding creatures across the wide expanse of land.
