For the next two days, Rosina and the rest of the captured she-wolves traveled via land. They stopped a couple times for breaks and to eat, but they never fed them.
Several she-wolves had awakened from time to time, but they were knocked off and returned to being unconscious.
'They are brutal,' Rosina thought as she took a peek from her left eye since it has better eyesight compared to her right eye. She had been starving since she was awake the whole time.
Rosina's stomach grumbled, but she tried to suppress it with her wolf and lowered their energy to conserve it for emergency use. She stared at the she-wolves around her and noticed their slow breathing. The wolves inside them were working hard to maintain being alive without eating or drinking water, but this made them very weak.
'I wonder where they are taking us,' Rosina thought before adjusting her back and peeking outside to see where they were. 'We're in the forest.'
"I remember the fact that milk was delivered every day by a milkman. In summer, my mother would make what now seem in my middle-aged imagination the most delicious iced milkshakes."