Waking in the swamp, Lyni tested and found her wrists and ankles tied securely. Taking a deep breath she calmed her heart beat and tried to focus. This was bad, but she needed to keep a clear head.
There was the ever present hunger within her, but she was used to it. The pain of the rash, but it had been worse. Looking around she reached out tentatively to try and find where she was.
No familiar markers. She was far deeper in the swamp than she ever had been before. Great.
She wanted to hug herself and rock, but the hands tied behind her and the pole that her limbs were bound to prevented that. Flexing her fingers she tried to keep circulation going but that was difficult with how tightly they were tied. Trying to find a good part of her situation she remembered that Savage and Feral were safe. That didn't help much.