The man had put off his time with Squirrel for but a little while. It was a promise, sweet nothings whispered in the slaves ear in promise of fun and pleasure. Oh yes, Forsaken had picked up on their little toy's behavior. He wanted to be used. Wanted to be taken. He was a brilliant beast, as if created solely for the family. Forsaken would lick his lips with a content look on his face. He seemed almost cat-like as he strode towards the den where Squirrel lay, likely still asleep. It was dreadfully early after all, before the sun would even rise, but Forsaken believed that the darker pleasures belonged solely to the night. Without uttering a word Forsaken would slip into the den, sliding alongside Squirrel almost lovingly. He figured that the natural colored male was no longer a virgin with a personality like he had. But that was alright. There was something about that submissive, yielding personality that Forsaken just loved. The brown and white brute would lower his lips to Squirrel's ear, his golden eyes shining like that of a demon in the darkness. The beast was pleased, even if he no longer had true freedoms to go wherever he wanted at any time. He had his family... and he supposed that was worth sacrificing freedoms. ...and now... now. "Awaken, little pet." Forsaken would whisper, his words almost sickly sweet in Squirrel's ear. ""

Ears flicked at a voice, sickly words tickling the sensitive hairs around the ears. At first the slave did not stir, tightly curled into a ball at the back of his small den. But within seconds he would begin to shift, tail that was laying over his snout beginning to twitch at the end before sliding off. Lashes fluttered open, brief before allowing bronze eyes to roll and adjust to the darkness. Immediately nostrils flared as the scent of his Master overwhelmed the senses, worry quickly coming over the boy, body uncurling.

Fear was not an emotion that would appear this early morning, no, he was only worried that his Master would be upset that the pet wasn’t awake when he arrived. Ears lay back, keeping his head low as he began to move so he could kind of be facing Forsaken, as awkward as it may be. In a soft whine though he would touch the man’s shoulder with his nose, legs moving and beginning to lift him off the ground, ready for the task his Master might have for him.

Forsaken would watch as the slave began to stir, a slow, uncurling process. It was almost cute, watching how Squirrel acted, how he changed and shifted. The other was awkwardly positioned, seeming to beg him for forgiveness for not being awake when he first arrived. But was Forsaken mad? No, not by any means. The man would coo softly, taking Squirrel’s ear in his mouth and giving it a gentle nip. “There there my little slave.” The young man would say in a tone almost gentle. “Be at ease. It won’t do any good if you’re all tensed up.” ‘saken would motion to the mouth of the den. “Come. It will be easier to do this if we are outside.” With that he’d exit the den, sure that the boy would follow him. ""