Dixie's POV
Buster was awake. Finally. The timber wolves took off the shackles and dragged me to buster. They took him down and tied us together and walked to an open field. Buster ran free, while I stayed tied up. Finally they tied him back up to me and went to their den. They tied me to a piece of wood sticking out ofthe rocks. They went inside the den to talk. I saw a water droplet hit the ground, then started to pour rain. I saw buster look at me then turn back, then took him to the way back of the den. I looked behind me and saw a drop off. One of the timber wolves shoved me, and I was now hanging on for dear life. I tried to climb back up but one of the rocks slipped and I fell. But the rope was holding me still.
