As You Build Your Dreams On My Shattered Hopes

"Looking for someone?"

Her voice was sickly sweet, a smirk on her maw from her perch above him and to the left. She had been watching him with narrowed purple eyes, downwind from the slave so that he could not detect her. She had been growing bored with all this muck about, muscles still slightly sore from her fight with Avalon. Her pale scarred body rose to a standing position as she took a few steps towards him, brow raised slightly. He was obviously looking for someone, but who? Mercy knew that this male wasn't really doing what a captured wolf was supposed to do, and it was evident by his emaciated form. "You know, you should work harder on feeding yourself. I could crack you in half over my knee at this point." She said in a more gruff tone.

It wasn't often that Mercy interacted with the Servus, but this one had caught her eye. He had done pretty good in battle at the siege, and that was always one way to impress her. It wasn't that she was impressed with this brute, not yet. He had been hiding like a coward and avoiding his duty, even letting his pretty little form go to waste. Her black marked face turned as she inspected him again, tsking her tongue in shame like she was looking at expired produce. She didn't care if it pissed him off, she could take him on with a paw tied behind her back.

"Speech"