Nope

Before your little pup could answer you were jumped. It happened so fast you were unprepared. Both wolf boy and you were sacked. Literally. Your assailants threw a bag over your head. Wolf boy struggled but you could hear him get knocked out.

You could scarely put up a fight when not blind. The plan right now was to remain calm until you were taken to their destination. Whatever they wanted you hoped it was not an ill fate for you, or the little wolf boy. Once you were in arms reach of their leader you would work your magic. Your march was slow, unsure. Rope bound your wrists together and worked as a leash. Normally you might appeciate this rough stuff, right now was different.

Their muttering was a mix of languages. You understood a fair amount. Talk of camp and loot. Something about ransom. These were highwaymen, bandits, the exact kind of threat you needed to nip in the bud. They should not be free to hurt people.

You heard a groan to your left and reached for it. Wolf boy was carried between two of these men. They did not stop you from touching the canine beast man. At least from the noise and his chest rising and falling you could tell he was among the living. Granted, hard to collect ransom on the dead.

It had felt like hours before a rough voice shouted out a command you did not understand. Then a boot pushed you foward by shoving you in the ass. You stumbled and almost fell flat on your face. A muttering as you had to fix your robes. That was a secret out of the bag right off the bat. Though they probably noticed during that intense breeding session.

The bag was yanked off your head. Allowing to breath air that did not smell of burlap was nice. Taking notice of the camp was your first order of business. It was a motley bunch. Goblins, very common around these parts, made up a bulk of the forces. Next came mole men. Stout beast men, known for the digging their massive claws allowed. You took notice of a soft furred fox boy almost as womanly looking as yourself. His smile did not cease during the whole affair. Almost unsettling to be honest.

Lamias, harpies, a couple orcs and humans. It was a real grab bag of races. Kind of surprising to see any cooperation. They mentioned something of a leader and you were pretty sure you could spot him a mile away. A massive lizard man. Damn near eight feet tall. Lightly armored, with scars to show it across his scaled body. A tower shield made from some massive turtle shell strapped to his arm. Some of the goblins had run off to talk to him. Fingers pointed at you and wolf boy. The leader turned to look at you.