Gonna Getcha Good

...and so the other wolf would show itself. Speaking in tones that were kind, respectful. The femme would watch as the other approached, almost taken aback. Blind. The poor dear was blinded. A femme of nice coloring. While Marina had been hoping for a male, she found that, perhaps, this female could work as well. Though she was hardly prepared for what was going to happen next. When the female spoke again she asked Marina directly if she was into enslaving, saying that she was seeking a new master!

Well well. Marina would begin to circle the other slowly, her tail swishing back and forth. “That so?” Her voice was light, a purr. “Well Number you’re in luck. I’ve been seeking someone to fill a certain need for me... My previous playmates have seemed to disappear and well, mama Marina has her needs.” She’d stop before the other just as she stated something else; she was a man?

“You don’t say?” Not that Marina was one to judge. She would move closer, breathing in Number’s scent and giving him a chance to get a good wiff of her own. “Number, from this day forth you are my wolf, a member of Borealis. In return for your play with me, you’ll be fed and live as a happy slave.” Her voice was a soft coo yet again. “Does this sound agreeable?”

"Speech"
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