God Wears Gucci [Meeting]

Arietta came over, only intensifying the knot in the boys stomach as she drew near. Ears swept back and lay atop his skull, tail tucking between his legs as the shame grew with each passing second, feeling like an eternity. Would the Madam hate him because her child had fallen ill suddenly while under the slave's care? Would Master punish severely? The possibilities were piling up quickly, the images flashing before his eyes becoming more intense to the point where the wolf's limbs began to tremble. 'Don't kill me, I'm sorry!'

The woman's voice wavered, asking where he child was. He could feel the worry in her voice, feel it in the air poking at his throat almost threatening. Gulping, he'd turn his head awkwardly to the side and motion towards Ganta and Obscuro. But Forsaken appeared beside his mother, and that was probably when it hit Squirrel a little harder. The young Master who was taking more interest in him, he would not be pleased!

Soft gaze was turned to their pet, one he couldn't dare to meet. Small steps brought the wolf forward, tongue hesitant in licking the boy's paw before pulling back. Low whine was emitted, sounded almost wheezy as he looked over his shoulder and motioned towards the direction of the dens. How could he tell them the child was sick? How could he show them? Snout was pointed towards the ground as he stared at his paws trying to think.

In a bold but cautious move, Squirrel slid forward and pressed his face into Forsaken's chest. Whimpers were hushed, his body trembling as he rubbed into the boy's fur briefly then pulled away. A quick step was taken away from them, making sure to prevent his back from being turned to his Masters, but trying to get them to follow if only one. Would they understand he was trying to mimic Shiro?