My Precious Ones

*Squirrel* · 09-02-2015, 08:15 PM

The misses was going into labor, her scent filling the section of ship the slave boy had been passing through. Without being summoned or ordered, Squirrel quickly turned and headed back, claws clicking against the steel as he followed the scent to where it grew strongest. He had to make himself useful, or else there was no point in what he was doing. Slowing down as he grew near the den entrance, the boy would slow down and finally stop in the doorway. Head would peek inside, ears back as he glanced around to find his Masters and the pack leader lady inside. With a low whine he'd announce his presence to them, dipping his head to indicate he was ready to do what was needed.

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