Southern Grazing Lands

A sharp ear might have caught a difference in the creak of wood and the creak of bones being stretched as the assassin slowly emerged from the hollow in the tree that had been his hiding place for the better part of an hour. Bony fingers worn and yellowed with age wrapped around the grip of a firearm. And with only a soft, silent exhalation of nothing, he pulled down tight on the trigger, explosion sending a piece of metal hurtling for the back legs of the larger wolf.

At the same moment, loud clanking too obvious to conceal, was a net, metal and heavy, pulled free from the ribcage and at once tossed. Heavy metal weights tied to all ends flared out and dropped heavily to the earth with a loud clunk. Forty kilos of weight spread across eight balls. By no means did Old Bones think the weight alone would trap the pair, unless they happened to get entangled in the mess, so he stood at the ready with the pistol, lining up a careful second shot.

Of course, an injured wolf was much less valuable than injured, but really beggars couldn't be choosers.

The mother wolf continued sniffing along the dead carcass, her nose pressed firmly against the bloodied fur, inhaling the sweet aroma of the deer's blood. Grunting at the prize, Shourina sniffed her way down the deer's shoulder, leading down to its hoof. After nudging it some with her nose, she raised her brows to look over to her daughter who was doing the same thing with one of the deer's back legs. She grinned in her mind at Aurora's motives to copy her actions, figuring she'd raised an intelligent child. The proud mother turned her focus back to the front hoof and took it in her mouth, beginning to drag the carcass back in the direction of their underground den.

The two wolves barely got a foot away from the scene before they were completely halted by a cracking sound echoing through the air. Four ears perked up at the cracking sound, and both heads rose to look at each other in curiosity. Within a few seconds, the mother wolf jolted forward, releasing a shrill yelp into the still air. Shock immediately filled her system, and a sharp pain emanated from the back side of her right thigh and traveled all the way down her leg, then back up to meet the impacted flesh.

Worry shrouded the younger wolf, and she was quick to jump to her mother's aide. Unsure of what exactly was happening, the only thing going through Shourina's mind was to signal her daughter to escape. She nudged Aurora along, but was then overcome with a large netted structure. Aurora struggled against the heavy material, attempting to find her way out of it without getting tangled.

Anger from the situation and also the immense pain in her leg rose in the mother wolf, as well as a raging boost of adrenaline. Using the only strength she could muster to stand, Shourina shook her way through the net, inching towards her daughter to help her reach an opening so the two could escape. Although being in wolf form was the greatest advantage when it came to hunting, they were still wolves, and poachers would always come about, looking for a pelt or even some meat for their own families to feast upon.

Realizing in the back of her mind that someone sought her out, the transition from wolf to human was imminent. Luckily, it only took the both of them a few moments to shift back into human form. Once Aurora saw her mother begin to shift shape, she did so as well. Now there were two humans sitting under a net, hovering over a dead deer, and one of them was writhing in severe pain. Shourina let out a loud groan and inched her shaky hands towards the impacted flesh, cupping her hands over the wound and squeezing it so that the pressure would help stop the bleeding. "You son of a bitch....." she forced out through gritted teeth, still holding onto her leg under the net. She huffed and looked around the area, her eyes scoping for anything that might be out of the ordinary. "Gaaahhh......damnit," she hissed, still searching around for the one who shot her.

A wicked cackle broke through the air. Anyone unfortunate enough to look would see a skull nearly split in two at the jaw releasing its echoing insane laugh into the night. He leaped from his perch with the grace of a peacock, landing with a loud clatter and clack of his body bouncing about.
"Well you've done it now haven't you, bone head!" he spoke to himself, some dozen feet away, "Even when you're not trying to do your job, you succeed!" Renewed mirth escaped the skeleton dressed in black cloth. His free hand rubbed at his lower jaw, as if stroking a long lost beard and he slowly approached. The pistol was lowered, aimed at the ground almost as a sign of peace, but they weren't to be so lucky.

He offered out his left hand as he drew closer, meant as a shaking or helping gesture. "Sorry about this whole thing! I thought you pair were wild dogs, but with a trick like that I don't think it'd be just quite right of me to try and sell you to dog trainers now, would it?" When near, he would squat down with a tilt of his head, hand still extended to help. And yet, he continued to hold the gun.

The pain from the flesh wound pulsed through her leg, causing spurts of stress to jolt through the muscle. Shourina let out another loud groan, wincing as the pulsing sensation grew with every squeeze. She huffed when she heard a male's voice in the distance, and lifted her head, glancing around the area to see which direction the voice was coming from. The scent of old, dry bones filled the air as clanking skeleton approached the two under the net. Already angry from the incident, the shifter grew annoyed at the seemingly sarcastic tone of the strange man that was now in front of her.

She looked up at him, squinting some to better focus on his face, and grimaced once she realized she was looking at a skull. Curiosity filled her mind, attempting to sway her mind into pondering this fellow, but she quickly ceased that action and shook her head some. A grunt escaped her dry lips, the pain growing under her hands as she watched the skeleton carefully, taking note of each action. He was definitely something she'd never seen before. For all the years she'd been alive, he was by far the most odd thing to ever cross her path. The way he walked and talked, and the sound of his bones clanking together, as well as the separation of his jaw when he talked pissed her off every second he was near her.

Her eyes narrowed, and she scoffed at his comment about her and her daughter being wolves, but she nodded her head slowly in a sort of understanding manner. As he extended his arm in a helping gesture, Shourina stared at it for a long while, unsure of how to react. The man had just shot her, putting both hers and her daughter's lives in danger, and then trapped them with a net. And although, he probably meant no harm by it, he had still done it, and it was an inexcusable act. Finally deeming him unsafe, she reached her own arm out to tug her daughter closer to her, and she spat at the skeleton's feet in disgust. She let out another huff and raised her head to meet his gaze, her lips trembling as she held back some painful cries.

"Even if we were pureblood wolves, the fact that you'd injure, capture, and sell us to dog trainers is despicable. Here's to hoping karma kicks your boney face into the dirt," she barked at him, her voice raspy from stress. "We don't need your damn help, now get the hell out of here!"

From instinct of disgust, he drew his foot backwards from the spittle and tilted his head down, which almost looked like he was giving her a dirty grimace with how his jaw arced up. "Well the funny thing about being dead," he explained in his humoured tone, "Is that you've already had all the karma of a life time."
His jaw split open once more to let out another fresh cackle. Oh how he loved his own jokes.
"But now let's set things straight. I won't be selling you to dog trainers," he added with a tilt of his head, "But slave traders will pay a good price for shifters. And if you don't come with me I will put several fresh holes through your daughters skull."

He always had the same warm, raspy and happy voice, which was completely at odds with gun that was now cocked ever so slightly towards the young girls head. "Now no trying to talk your way out of it. I don't have a heart to appeal to. Or a brain. Just doing my job." In a snap his hand snatched up the nearest of the net and started stuffing it back into his rib cage.

Shourina scoffed at his remarks about karma. This guy had to be some sort of a joke, or a puppet of some kind. There's no possible way a skeleton could be walking about, posing as a poacher of sorts for some slave traders. Something was up, but she couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was. She studied him for a moment while his jaw clacked up and down through laughing and conversing. She pursed her lips at his mention of slave traders, her thoughts immediately racing through her mind, wondering which one should come forward first, and which would be the smartest for a comeback.

She listened carefully to his words, cuddling her daughter close to her chest with her free hand as he threatened her life for the price of a shackled drudge. Shourina's anger intensified, causing the pulsing pain in her leg to spasm. She winced again at the swelling wound, groaning as she squeezed the impacted flesh tighter. She let out a hoarse huff and shifted her position some, blowing some loose strands of hair out of her face as they fell over her brow. "Don't you dare harm her," she spat out, the pain causing her voice to shake uncontrollably.

It was almost unbearable, and now she was evidently screwed. She attempted to ease the pain with a brief breathing exercise, while also taking in his words and deciding on the best action for the situation she managed to get both her and her daughter into. Aurora huddled as close as she could to her mother, tucking her face away into Shourina's kimono top when the skeleton's pistol was pointed towards her head.

Feeling as though it was probably the best decision to give in and retaliate later, Shourina lowered her head shamefully, and gave her daughter's scalp a long kiss. She breathed in the earthy scent of her hair and sighed softly, whispering something comforting into her daughter's ear to reassure her that everything was going to turn out fine. The mother wolf lifted her head slowly and stared the skeleton in the face. "Just don't harm her..." Shourina's tone was low and worn, and she inched closer to the man as a means of surrendering.

The gun was pointed low again to the floor as the net continued to drag across the floor and into the skeletons chest cavity guided by one boney grip. "Ayyy, see! We can be agreeable." With the last bits of the net getting stuffed inside his ribcage he rose to stand tall and still, staring down at the pair. "Can you walk on that leg or do you want me to lend you mine as a walking stick?" he asked, another joke if his tone was to be believed.

He offered a helping hand towards her again, without thinking twice. It actually raised a question; would he be able to lift her if she couldn't walk? A lack of muscles sure made it uncertain. Still the gesture was there. "No harm will come to your daughter. Bones honour. Cross my spine and hope to snap. Just get in the truck." He gestured past him with the gun and would wait for them to move before he started walking, sure to keep her in sight the entire time. Who knew if she could turn into a bird and fly away? Didn't need legs for that.

As the net was retracted back into the skeleton's chest cavity, the two wolf shifters stood in compliance of the bargain. Shourina winced as the pressure from the flesh wound intensified, pain shooting up and down her leg like lightning bolts. "Mmmfff," she groaned low in her throat, and leaned down a bit to block the open flesh with her palm, pressing down as hard as she could in an attempt to stop the bits of blood that were still slowly leaking out of the wound. "I'll fare just fine," she assured the skeleton, and wobbled awkwardly on over to him, ignoring his gesture to help her stand.

Hunched over and wincing with with every step, Shourina walked towards the direction the skeleton gestured to with his gun. Aurora followed suit, making sure to stay close to her mother, and as far away from the skeleton as she could. "Why the hell do you want us anyways? We didn't do anything to you." The mother shifter spat out with a hoarse tone. Her thoughts were swirling in her mind, and she couldn't bring herself to find a viable reason as to why anyone would want to capture her and her daughter and sell them to slave traders. What exactly would a wolf shifter be useful for?

Old Bones swiveled on the spot as she passed and slowly followed behind, keeping three paces back and the gun always raised. "That's a silly question," he answered, for once humourless as he scratched his chin with a lone finger, "I already told you, we're gathering slaves. I also told you I don't have a heart to appeal to." In fact, he seemed a little annoyed with her, but it didn't last. He was upbeat by his next words. "But look on the bright side, I've done you a mercy by shooting you in the leg! No slave trader wants a cripple, so you'll be spared until your injury heals." His strut behind her was nearly jovial, happy to have caught someone so interesting.

Ahead through the trees there was the truck, as mentioned, a big old thing with a chicken company painted on the side to draw away suspicion. The back doors were open, and sitting there was a bored looking man in his mid to late twenties and too many studs in his face. He looked more like a thug than an assassin. Lined up on either side of the truck behind him were various other unfortunate victims of the night, some unconscious, some just silent, all chained to the wall.

Shourina wobbled awkwardly along, halfway hunched over so that her palm could stay firmly pressed down on the wound, nervousness and anxiety growing quickly inside of her. Her mind continued to race, and each step was getting harder and harder to take. Not only was the pain so unbearable, it was also starting to cause a numb, tingling sensation in the muscle around the wound. She hadn't stopped bleeding quite yet, but she could feel it slowing down thanks to the pressure. As they walked further out into the field, the mother wolf made sure to keep her daughter as close as possible. She mentally shook her head at the skeleton's comments, not bothering to respond, seeing as how there was nothing she could do at this point except find a way to escape. And by the looks of it, escaping wasn't something that would come too easily.

It felt like they had walked miles upon miles until they finally reached their destination, where the van was located. She arched a brow at the silly disguise on the side of it, and looked up into the truck as the back doors were opened. Her brow stayed arched as her gaze shifted from the odd design to another who looked like someone had jammed metal into his face multiple times to give him some kind of intimidating demeanor. She narrowed her eyes at his looks, fully intent on judging him, and again shifted her gaze, but this time to the others in the vehicle. She took note at the various other prisoners in the truck, and could feel a heavy feeling dropping in her gut. The sight was disgusting, and Shourina swallowed hard. "How do you expect me to get up there? I'm kind of a cripple." She said plainly, her voice low and daunting.

Old Bones gave an odd cock of his head as he now moved past her and headed for the drivers seat. "Oh, Kyle, be a gentleman and help this lady into her carriage, would you?" He tugged on the door handle and clambered inside the front of the truck. Kyle, the studded thug in the back, sneered and climbed down to eye up Shourina more like they were at club, not in the middle of a forest kidnapping people.

"Hey Bones, I thought you were hunting wild dogs?" he called to the front, but no reply came and after a moment Kyle gave up.
He sauntered lazily around Shourina and offhandedly suggested; "Grab onto your kid." Two strong and bare arms would reach to scoop the mother up with clear practice of a man used to carrying women 'honeymoon' style, most likely to a bedroom. "We've only got one claspy-thing left, which I'm gonna use on your daughter. Option to kill yourself by jumping out the back when the truck gets going is there. We've already met our quota, and I always get a kick seeing a body ragdoll on the road."

Assuming she had just let herself be picked up, he would then ungraciously drop her in the back of the truck and climb in, ready to chain her daughter to the wall. With two solid knocks on the side of the truck, Old Bones started up the truck.

Shourina stood by as the skeleton headed for the front of the truck, and she waited for his partner in crime, Kyle, to assist her into the truck like the skeleton asked. She sneered at the skeleton's comment, and pursed her lips at Kyle. "Yeah, my carriage awaits me," she spat out, sarcasm heavy in her tone. She then narrowed her eyes at the stud-faced man as he looked her up and down like a cheap piece of meat, and let out a low growl. Not only was she unimpressed with Kyle's attempt to degrade her with his eyes, she also had the thought floating around in the back of her mind that she was going to endure some type of horrible treatment before she and the others arrived at the trading grounds.

She shook the thought from her mind when the stud-faced man instructed her to hold onto her daughter, and without thinking, she complied, wrapping her arms around Aurora and holding her tightly against her body. She winced when she felt herself being hoisted from the ground, the pain from the wound once against sending bullets of agony through the rest of her leg. She let out a groan at the man's comment regarding restraints, and then let another yelp as she hit the hard floor of the van. A grimace washed over her face, and she immediately tended to her wound, using both hands to cover the open flesh and firmly apply pressure. "That's nice that you've met your quota, prick. I'm not going anywhere without my daughter." She managed through the intensified pain of muscle spams. Her brows furrowed some, and she massaged the open wound some with her palm, still applying pressure to it.

The mother wolf turned her head to focus on her daughter who was now chained to the side of the van, and let a sympathetic look fall across her face. She let out a soft sigh, and gave a weak smile to help lift her daughter's spirit a little, attempting to bring a little light and possibly some hope to the situation. It was her way of assuring to her daughter that everything was going to turn out just fine. Aurora returned the half-smile and then looked down at the hard floor of the truck, wondering how her mother was planning for them to escape.

"Whatever, bitch," Kyle answered with a smirk. There were already six other people inside and for each their hands clasped to the wall with a chain running between each pair, presumably so they could be unattached later without having to switch cuffs. They looked to be digital, as no key was used and they snapped shut on their own. Kyle was casual when he reached down for Aurora's hands, ready to tug them straight up and put chain her squarely to the wall, but at the same time he eyed up Shourina.

"Naw," he said, "I don't fuckin' trust you. C'mere." He snatched for her arm and gave a violent jerk for the other wall of the truck, where a blond man sat unconscious and reeking of alcohol with arms over his head. One of his manacles snapped open and Kyle reached to force Shourina's arm into it. There was probably going to be some resistance, but Kyle was a tank of a man. In this operation, he was more than just the muscle. Robotic parts lay hidden inside his fake fleshy shell, and he had no qualms about manhandling a woman.

"Whatever, bitch," Kyle answered with a smirk. There were already six other people inside and for each their hands clasped to the wall with a chain running between each pair, presumably so they could be unattached later without having to switch cuffs. They looked to be digital, as no key was used and they snapped shut on their own. Kyle was casual when he reached down for Aurora's hands, ready to tug them straight up and put chain her squarely to the wall, but at the same time he eyed up Shourina.

"Naw," he said, "I don't fuckin' trust you. C'mere." He snatched for her arm and gave a violent jerk for the other wall of the truck, where a blond man sat unconscious and reeking of alcohol with arms over his head. One of his manacles snapped open and Kyle reached to force Shourina's arm into it. There was probably going to be some resistance, but Kyle was a tank of a man. In this operation, he was more than just the muscle. Robotic parts lay hidden inside his fake fleshy shell, and he had no qualms about manhandling a woman.

Shourina's gaze followed Kyle's actions intently as he chained her daughter to the truck's wall. She observed the roughness of his actions, how he was completely ruthless in his duties, and how she felt like there would be no mercy given from either Kyle or the skeleton. She drew in a deep breath and shifted her gaze slowly down to her wound, peeking at it through her fingers to see if the bleeding had stopped enough for her to let go. Her frown grew as she noticed the blood still seeping down her leg from the open wound, and she lightly threw her head back in frustration.

It was during a heavy sigh that she felt herself immediately yanked from her position on the floor and dragged over towards the other wall of the truck accompanied by an unconscious drunk. She found no point in struggling against him considering his attempt at securing her was evident, so she gave in almost immediately and allowed herself to be bound by the device. She grimaced and huffed a couple of times, closing her eyes tightly, wincing at the pain that went booming through her leg like someone had just ripped a chunk of it out. She let out a muffled groan and hung her head, staring at her limp leg for a moment before pulling herself against the wall as close as she could manage to try and even out her stance. She bent down and used her free hand to keep the pressure on the wound, but worry struck her mind, giving her thoughts something to jumble about.

A soft sigh escaped her, and she felt ultimately powerless. Being bound like this, she wasn't able to shift back into her wolf form, and that was the biggest issue she saw. Then again, if she was in her wolf form, she'd basically be rendered useless, seeing as how she would have a lesser amount of control over the situation. At least in her human form, she could walk and talk like normal and wouldn't be looked at as someone's dinner or perhaps their rain coat, or a nice rug to rest their feet on. She scoffed at the thought and cursed to herself inside her mind for leaving her sword back in her underground den. It would have been a lot more useful now than ever, and here she was without any form of protection besides her fists and her mouth. Her legs were useless, and now she was pretty fucked. Still, she had hope. It would take a lot more than the greedy nature of slave traders to keep her spirit down, and she knew that she would be able to formulate some kind of escape plan, but she figured she'd have to wait until they arrived at the trading grounds for her to conjure up such a plan.

Shourina turned her head to look at her daughter who remained quiet and somewhat content for the time being. She knew it was only a matter of time before her mother would advise her of a way out of this situation, but until then, it was her ultimate goal to stay compliant and do what ever she could to not get killed or beaten.

Kyle dusted his hands off and headed for the doors, tugging one shut and casting one glance back. "Now, y'all sit tight. Gonna be a long ride." He stepped out onto the tow bar and tugged the other door shut, plunging them in darkness. Less than a minute later, the truck started moving, with Kyle presumably in the front. One eye opened from the man reeking of alcohol as he peered forward, trying to see, well, anything.

Alrion Flavaar cleared his throat, already well aware that he had been kidnapped from the bench he had retired to out of drunkenness, where they had seen it fit to bludgeon his already unconscious self, which he assumed was for fun. The bloodied mark on the back of his skull was still there, now dry. He had spent the last few hours trying to channel his inner Sherlock Holmes and gather as much information he could about the environment he was in. What he had gathered is that alcohol was only his friend in the evening.

"Good afternoon," he spoke, stench of rum on his breath. He paused for a moment, brain figuring out that it was hardly the right time for attitude. "I believe our foes have made a calculated error. Probably. Or maybe that's the whiskey talking. But I think we might have a way out."

Almost startled by the man's voice, Shourina shot her attention to him as he came out of his drunken haze, her eyes wide as they tried to focus on him through the darkness. She drew in a deep breath and exhaled slowly in an attempt to calm her now frazzled nerves, and she pressed her palm down harder onto her open wound. As soon as her keen nose caught a whiff of the stench coming off his breath, the wolf drew her head back some to escape it and allowed a grimace to fall upon her face. Her brows furrowed at the thought of alcohol, considering she was not a fan of drinking, and tried to imagine just what this man had been doing the night before to get his drunk self into such a predicament.

She let out a soft sigh and relaxed her shoulders some so that she felt somewhat comfortable talking to the man. "Uh...hey," she said, but paused to hear the rest of what he had to say. Her face lit up in the darkness of the truck at the mention of an escape, and her brows lowered in curiosity. Was this man serious? Did he actually think they had a way out of this mess? Shourina cleared her throat to respond to him with clarity. "How do you figure that?" She asked, her curiosity growing in her tone.

Clank clank clank. It was the sound of Alrion tugging at the wall with his hands. "These manacles, they don't feel quite secured to the wall. My one-handed strength alone was not enough, something you shan't hear from another man for a while, but with both my hands and your free one we may just be able to snap me free from this wall. And then you, of course." Alrion already reached up over his head to clutch at the manacles binding him to the truck. The fixtures were makeshift and temporary with only a few bolts holding them to the wall.

Already there was a small sound of strain from the metal, but it didn't seem to want to give.

A light smirk played at the corners of the wolf's mouth as she listened to the drunk's supposed escape plan. It was mostly reasonable, but with the way he was talking like he was so sure about getting free, her suspicions ran deep. She narrowed her eyes some as she contemplated his statement for a moment, and chewed at her bottom lip, trying to figure out of it was worth it to trust this man. Doubting thoughts filled her mind, giving her all sorts of ideas and reasons not to trust him. What if it was a trap? Shourina sighed heavily and lowered her head, feeling as though she might as well give it a shot anyways. What did she have to lose? She was bound to a wall with a wounded leg, unable to shift, and she was now probably a good way away from her home land. Ah, what the hell.

Shourina blinked slowly and turned her attention back to the man after a long moment of silence and contemplation, and finally gave an answer on the matter. "How do you expect me to get out of here, when I'll only be slowing you down? Unless you're a magician or some kind of healer, I won't be walking or running very fast, even if you do manage to get us both free. And what about my daughter?" The mother wolf nodded her head towards Aurora, who had still remained quiet and was just listening to the conversation take place. Shourina then shifted her gaze back to the man to continue on with her interrogation. "How do I know I can trust you?"

Alrion paused and lowered his free hand in a balled fist, then extending a lone finger. From the tip lit the smallest of flames, like a match, showing the mans obviously soft features that had no place on a battlefield. It also indicated he had magic, or at least some trick to light a flame above his finger. "Are you absolutely certain you want to hear the answer?" he asked, though it was rhetorical because he was going to go on anyway.

"Well, to be frank, I'd be happy to abandon you, and your daughter, but we're currently attached," Alrion explained, hovering his makeshift torch over the chain binding their manacles together, "I can't leave without you, and it sounds like you won't leave without your daughter. Had I been able to already been able to burn my way through metal you would bet I wouldn't even be here. But as for walking, the best I can do is cauterize the wound shut or, if worst comes to worst, carry you." His voice fell flat and deadpan at the last two words, indicating how unimpressed he was with the idea.

Shourina pursed her lips at the man's response, her suspicions growing with each word he spoke. He was smug, that's for sure. As far as trusting him went, she had two choices: take a risk, or remain fucked. A flat, annoyed expression fell upon her face as his snarky comments floated into the dead air. Although he came off as quite rude, he did seem intriguing. Shourina's interest piqued at the flame trick he created on the tip of his finger. "Mm..." she groaned, seemingly unimpressed, but really she was just admiring it with an annoyed attitude. Perhaps he would be useful, after all.

She rolled her eyes at his first comment, and then grinned some as he continued on, her annoyance turning into slight amusement. She inhaled heavily at his mention of cauterizing her wound, already feeling the pain shoot through her leg. She closed her eyes for a second, managing as well as she could against the agonizing feeling creeping all through her leg. The pain never stopped, but if he was offering to help stop the bleeding, she would rather endure more pain for that opportunity than to be completely useless and losing blood by the second. "What do I need to do?" She finally gave into the entire idea, feeling as though this was hers and her daughter's only shot at freedom. Hopefully it would allow the three of them to actually escape without being noticed, or at least without being caught again if they were noticed...

"Just... Grab on," Alrion said, grasping at the metal binding him to the wall and giving a sharp tug. There was another rattle of metal and the attachment almost looked to be bending slightly. Alrion had turned on the spot by now, almost rolling into Shourina, and pressed one foot to the wall to push as hard as he could. "Hurry now, we don't know how long it will be before they check on us."

He then paused and glanced towards her. "You do know what 'cauterize' means, don't you?" he asked, before he went back to trying to free his arm. With a little bit more effort, the thing would practically snap free (and probably send him immediately falling on his back).

As Alrion instructed her to grab on, the mother wolf nodded and acted on his request. She removed her hand from her leg wound to assist the man with breaking his arm free from the wall. Shifting her body around, Shourina extended her arm towards the metal binding him to the wall and latched onto it, matching his tugging at it. A grimace masked her face as the pain from her leg increased from the pressure of her action. She groaned with agony and tightly shut her eyes, wincing as she continued pulling on the piece of metal.

"Yeah, I got it," she huffed. "And yeah I know what it means, just....." She paused to regain her focus on pulling at the metal. Using all the strength she could muster up, the mother wolf gripped the metal tighter and yanked at it with extreme force. She felt like she was getting somewhere with loosening the metal, and she gave it one more tug, which, if it were to finally snap, would cause her to slam against the wall as Alrion would fall backwards onto the floor of the truck.

"The fuck was that?" Kyle asked as he looked out the window of the passenger seat. Old Bones just gave him a glance and a head tilt before returning his attention to the road. "I heard a noise. Gonna check it out." With a tight grip he opened up the door and climbed out onto the side of the truck, gritting his teeth in the face of the wind before he started shuffling carefully towards the back.

Alrion let out a groan, cupping his head for a moment as his other hand was still bound by chains to Shourina. "Right, let's get this over and done with," he muttered irritably. He grasped Shourina's manacle, and with both hands and his foot he had plenty of lee-way to slowly pry it free. A moment later it would snap loose and send him tumbling to the floor again.

"It worked," she breathed as she looked over to the man who was now rubbing at his head. As Alrion took a hold of her manacle, Shourina turned her head away to give the man a little more space to free her secured arm. She let out a huff of relief as it snapped and she drew her wrist back, using her other hand to massage it. She then turned her head to look at Alrion who was now lying against the floor again due to the force from pulling the other manacle apart. "I guess now you'll cauterize my leg? We have to get my daughter, too...." She said, nodding her head towards Aurora, who was now wide eyed and nervous as hell.