Eyeing the dagger and not liking this not one bit. Mewling a little to herself as you drag her away from the scene of the crime. Attaching a loose roe tie around her neck, which gives you plenty of death stares from the kitten, only to gag out hard as you yank it taunt. Kicking her ahead so you can keep an eye on her. She struggles along for the most part, paws still bound behind her sexy furry back for the time being. Ears flicking every which way, hoping that any allies will come to her rescue, as you keep the dagger right against her back for good measure against any tricks.<br/><br/>You keep up this pace for the next 7-8 hours, as you are starting to see scatterings of cottages with heavy duty wooden walls and assorted traps sprinkled all over the place, with it being late in the afternoon. The poor and abused kitten exhausted from the forced march, panting out hard in front of you.