Found Pack (Fenri × Lilith)

[LovelyBones]

Why were there such horrible people in this already harsh world? Why was she torn from her pack at such a young age, only to be tortured, day in and say out for.... Gods know how long. All she knew was that, even while malnourished, Fenri stood taller than most of the men and women that held her captive and abused for their own selfish gains. That had to mean she was an adult by now, right? Though, even so, she was hardly socialized-- she was treated like an animal, and for the most part, she acted as such. Could she really be blamed for that, though?

One night, her captors were celebrating.... something. What they were celebrating was beyond her, though, but there was one thing for certain: where there was booze, there was sure to be more harshness and abuse. And, lo and behold, deep into the night, one of the few men that remained began to stagger over to her cage, reeking of mead and ale, and with an all too familiar glint in his eyes. Now, normally the others would keep the drunken, horny fools at bay.... But there was no one to stop the man as he approached, everyone else either still hollering and drinking, or passed out on the ground.

However, that gave Fenri the chance she needed to escape. The drunkard was inebriated, barely getting that lock open before struggling to open the door, only for the larger wolf-shifter to launch from that cage, and scrambling out of that horrible place, not caring about the shouts and hollers to catch her that came far too late. She was out in the snow before long, her warm breaths leaving a fine mist in her wake. By the time she grew tired, her hands and feet raw and numb from the icy, bitter cold, and as far as she knew, all her pain and suffering was finally at an end.

Sure, it was foolish to run into the wilds as her humanoid shape, but she lacked the strength to shift without marring herself in the process-- so, this was her fate. She wandered the forest for what seemed like hours, only to catch the scent of room-- and, furthermore, possibly shelter, if the faint smell of tanned hide meant anything. Fenrir followed the scent on weary legs, her body trembling harshly in the cold, but when she found the seemingly hidden entrance, she carefully wormed her way inside, only to be greeted by warmth, and a stash of food. Without a second thought, she stu.bled over, and began to stuff her face-- salted meats, bread, cheese-- things she was never given fresh, let alone enough to gain strength from.

Unbeknownst to her, she had snuck into an infamous thief's hideaway.