The Little Devils
09-02-2015, 08:24 PM
Without being ordered to follow, Squirrel would quickly come up behind his Master, keeping up easily. Head was held low and bronze eyes threw a glance over his shoulder, then turned back to the path ahead. It was shared that there would be another litter sired by the man, a mistress. It wasn't any of the slave boy's business to wonder and form opinions about it, not that he could share them anyway, so he quickly dismissed them. In no time they approached a den, a woman pacing around and cursing under her breath. No doubt she was a little scary to the boy, but he would swallow and taking a seat off to the side, waiting for when he was needed. |