Rosaline was growing impatient. She knew the human were near, she could smell them, but she was tired of waiting in the bushes for them. Her attention span was already waning. She crouched down and yawned, sniffing the air. The humans were close, she could smell them.
She heard a noise and she jerked herself from her half asleep state. She felt something behind her and she bolted out of the bushes. Two male humans stood behind her. One crouched down low, whistling and snapping his fingers. "Here girl," he requested gently. Rosaline growled. The downside to her being small was that she looked like a dog.
"You idiot!" the other human admonished, shoving him out of the way. "That ain't no dog. She's a demon. A scrawny one, but a demon none-the-less." The first human nodded as the other pulled a long chain out of his bag. Rosaline realized what was going to happen a second to late. The human threw the chain lasso-style and it connected around Rosaline's neck, despite her effort to move. She felt him jerk it and growled viciously, finding herself on the defensive. Rosaline ran as hard as she could in the opposite direction. The human tugged the chain and she hit the floor. She turned to him, her lips drawn back, exposing her pale, milk-white fangs. This time, she wasn't playing.
She lunged at the human holding her prisoner and locked her teeth into his shoulder. She tasted blood and that only made her latch on harder. The human couldn't hold back a cry any longer. Suddenly, she felt a rope latch to her upper jaw and was forced to let go. She turned to the second human, rage in her eyes as he tugged again at the rope around her upper jaw. She responded by clamping her fangs down on the rope and breaking it cleanly in half. The second human leaned back, shivering with fear. She lunged at him, locking her teeth on his arm. She felt the chain tighten around her neck. She fought the pressure until it threatened to break her neck. She latched onto that human's leg.
Four other humans entered the clearing and took in the scene. Drawing chains and weapons, they surrounded her. Rosaline pinned her ears back and snarled cruelly, lunging at the human with the bow. She dodged his arrows and her teeth sank into his neck, breaking his life vein. He collapsed to the ground and she turned to the others, blood soaking her mouth and fangs, her yellow eyes wide with anger. The human holding her by the chain relinquished his hold. A growl rose in her throat as she pawed it off. Now, completely unrestrained, she slashed her fangs into the first human to attack her and into the human next to him. Blood soaked the ground.
Rosaline decided that they were in chaos enough now for her to escape. She leaped over one human and barely touched the ground before she leaped again to get over the bush. She was almost to safety when she felt a chain tighten around her hind legs, jerking her back over the bush. This time, she landed and couldn't regain her balance with her back legs bound together. She tried to shake the chain, but it wouldn't loosen. She tried to bite it, but it as to hard. She didn't dare shift to her human form where she was less like a demon, but more vulnerable. A hand descended on her muzzle and she made to bite it. The human struck her and wrapped a rope tightly around her muzzle and anchored it around the back of her head. Rosaline tried to wrench it open, but the rope was to thick. It was wound so tight that she could barely breath. Another rope bound her front legs and she couldn't help but feel afraid. She was at their mercy.
Two of the humans she had bloodied lifted her up and placed her in the back of a horse drawn carriage. She tried to stand and was rewarded by a swift blow to the head. Rosaline fought to stay conscious, but she failed.
Rosaline woke as a harsh hand descended on her back. She wrenched her body upwards, in attempt to break the bonds that bound her. Her back legs wrenched apart and her legs were free. The human gasped in shock as she used her back legs to free her front legs, the muzzle she would worry about when she had time, and she leaped out of the back of the carriage. She lunged at one of the horses, not hurting him but giving him a good scare. The animal reared up on his hind legs and squealed loudly, causing the other one to spook as well. The humans leaped off the carriage, some rushing to calm the horses and the rest giving chase at the white demon wolf/fox crossbreed. She felt, once again, a chain latch around her foot, only one this time, and she stopped before her leg was jerked out of it's socket. Another human raised a bow and released his arrow before Rosaline could react. The arrow struck her front leg and it seared in pain. She used her free back paw to push the arrow out of her flesh. She shaft broke, leaving the sharp point still inside. One human with a stick began pushing her with it as two humans began to pull her inside a large building. With two legs incapacitated, Rosaline couldn't do anything but follow helplessly. Two other humans ran ahead of them to open a cell door and shove her in. "Let's see what you make of her," one said to the other prisoner inside. Rosaline lunged herself at the door and tried to chew at the bars. She felt a hand on her back and turned sharply, ravaging the hand being the only coherent thought on her mind.
"Easy, Little Girl," said a familiar voice. She recognized Kouga's scent immediately and snarled. "Hey, Bitch, I only want to help." He placed a gently caressing hand on her forehead and proceeded to remove the bonds from her legs, muzzle, and neck. She whimpered as pain and exhaustion over took her and she found herself unable to protest. Kouga ran his hands gently up her back leg, across her ribs and down her front leg, trying to find the source of the bloody wound. He touched the spot were the arrow had ravaged and she yelped. "This is going to hurt," he said gently as he slowly began to work the sharp end of the arrow out of her leg. Rosaline's yelp turned into a vicious snarl and a snap, missing his hand by inches. "Shhh, it's alright." His voice was gentle and she felt she had no choice but to trust him. He gently pulled the last bit of the arrow out of her and allowed her to lick the wound clean.
"Thank-you," she barked, knowing he would be able to understand her. He smiled gently and tore a strip of burlap from a bag on the floor, and wound it around her leg.
"There, all better." He softly touched her muzzle and she licked her blood off of his hands. "Jeez, you really tore them up." She wagged her tail as she placed her head on his knee, unable to stay awake any longer. His hand gently stroked her head and ears as she drifted off to sleep.