She had disobeyed. One misdemeanor too many, and now Mother Superior had had enough. Her punishment wouldn't be physical, not this time. She must've tired of lashing Shadowheart with the whip. No – this time, she'd grabbed her by the wrist, rough enough to leave marks on her skin, and dragged her out into the woods. The poor girl didn't know where they were going until they got there.

Shadowheart hadn't misbehaved; she wouldn't dream of it, she knew the consequences of misbehaviour. She hadn't been with the Sharrans long, but it hadn't taken long for her to learn that. Mother Superior was punishing her because she'd frozen up when asked to harm someone. She didn't remember their face, or anything about them, really. Nothing but the fear and anguish they'd exuded. She'd been taught to relish it. But she couldn't bring herself to.

So now here she was, at the mouth of a cave, Mother Superior still gripping her wrist. Shadowheart was still mercifully oblivious to what lay inside of the cave. Mother Superior dragged the half-elf into the cave, the putrid smell of rotting flesh assaulting her senses. Half-eaten corpses lay discarded on the ground, bones scattered around decomposing meat. Shadowheart soon realised that something inhabited this cave. It must've been a creature's den. But the real terror only kicked in when she saw them.

Wolves. A family of them, from what she saw. Shadowheart's blood ran cold with fear. Her eyes widened, and she instinctively started trying to tug away from Mother Superior. But the Mother's grip only tightened. Tears began to well up in the young Sharran's eyes as she pleaded with her caretaker not to leave her with the wolves, whimpered apologies and promised she'd be good. But her begging fell on deaf ears.

The Mother Superior left Shadowheart near the wolves. Near enough for the male of the family to rear his head, watching cautiously to ensure no harm came to his mate or pups. Shadowheart was told not to leave until she returned to get her; if she did then she would suffer consequences worse than that which she was suffering now. But the girl was already frozen with fear; she wouldn't be moving anywhere.

The Mother Superior left Shadowheart, cowering against the wall of the wolf den. The only sounds that came from the girl were her terrified sobs as her body trembled, praying that someone, anyone would hear her and show her mercy, would come and get her and take her away from the wolves prowling around their den.