Each Day Gone By

Every muscle stilled upon the male simply giving his acquiescence to her demand that he become her slave. Someone to serve her and her alone. That he hadn't even put up a little bit of a fight was telling. Could he not survive on is own she wondered. Sure a loners life might be difficult, but some still managed to thrive if not quite so well as their counterparts found within a pack.

"Very well then. Do tell me your name for I will not strip you of your identity. There is naught worse than that. And you may call me Aasta, or Mistress." It didn't matter to her much what he chose to call her of those two choices. As long as he behaved the part she meant him to play.

Looking away from him she searched with her eyes the trees themselves. Alas she could not climb, but took note the ancient oaks. "Squirrels may well keep to their homes. Come along, let us find a few and then once our appetites have been whet we'll search for something a bit more filling." She only hoped something bigger were to be found, not too terribly large when it was but the two of them, but something more filling than squirrel.

She really wasn't one to tarry, not often.