Vrel

Vrel was wandering around the North, he had to get away from that cat that had enslaved him. His pride had taken a blow from losing against her, his head was low with a constant growl on his lips. He trudged through the snow, his body ached it was a ways from his den. He hoped the cat didn’t move them away from his den, he had taken a liking to it and didn’t want to leave. He laid down near the trunk of a tree, head on his paws he looked around at all the snow. Why did losing to a dang cat make him feel this way? Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

Kathleen didnt care that the k-9 was trying to escape her for a while. He belonged to her now and she didnt give a damn about what he wanted, she was however curious enough about his 'social life' to stay hiden. She was much more careful in her stalking than she had been on the day he became hers to do with ass she peased. Every step she would take would be silent and when the wind shifted so would she.

So far the woman had seen nothing and had thought numerous times about making herself known so she could mock him once more. If nothing else, he was fun to pick on, but she would refrain from doing so for now. She was on a mission to see if he had a social life and to decide on how it would benefit her in thew future.