The choice

Rise stared at the plate in front of her, nearly toppling out of her chair when a fight started out near her. She looked at them with her eyes taking up nearly her whole face, unable to tear her gaze away from the two werewolves fighting. It appeared to be over the female, who seemed to be basking in the glory of being the attention of the males. Other Females were eying her jealously, and the men were looking on in a slight wonderment. Rise had moved over, and found herself looking at a Werewolf, and jumped back into her place, sitting so that she could stare down at her plate, her face beat red. Suddenly a loud growl erupted from the head of the table, and Rise looked up to see Fenrir staring at the fight.

Good, now that that was over.. but suddenly he was pointing straight at her. Her heart leapt into the throat, and she straightened her back a bit, trying not to look as sick as she felt. She quickly looked down, knowing she couldn't look him in the eyes. It appeared they were both looking at her, and she tried to look as undeserving of a punishment as possible. She hadn't done anything but follow orders! Why would they single her out? Maybe she could run again. Her eyes flickered towards the door, and then back down at the plate in front of her. Her mind was whirring with all of the possible explanations of why Fenrir would point at HER. Her of all people. Rise could still feel their gazes on her back, and what had felt like several minutes had actually only been a few seconds. Her eyes flickered back up to them, and then went to the door again, judging the distance, and wondering if she could outrun some Werewolves before they caught her and made Fenrir remember why he had been pointing at her.

Unless of course she was supposed to be their entertainment of the evening! What if they beat her just because he felt like having someone beat. The bad thing was, was that if that were to happen, she had no way of escaping, and she had a feeling she'd have to be carried out of the tent if they were to beat her any farther then a normal beating. He was talking to his son about something, and her face started to heat up, her eyes flickering everywhere, trying to think of a way to get out of being punished. Punished for no reason except their own entertainment. That would really suck. But for the moment, when their eyes were on her, she had no choice but to stay as still as possible, well, as still as she could, but her eyes were darting every which way, and wait to see if they called her up to them, or if they would simply go on eating and ignore her after that.