Forest Fires

Pari waited, her words having felt like lead that tumbled from her too weak lips. He was moving, a reverberating growl coming from him and his head floating into her periphery and then his nose dug into the fur on her face, each time he pushed she obliged allowing him to move her, to observe her. Pari felt like a cut of meat he was unsure was safe to eat; but she allowed him to poke and prod, her head swiveling in the direction of each push.

The woman did not watch him, did not dare meet his gaze but she did not miss his growing aggression but still she remained as she was, submissive and easily moved by his pressures. Saliva dripped onto her muzzle and still she remained, in truth this was hardly anything at all for the woman. Her flesh bore the tortures of her many masters before the last and she was more than willing to garner more if it meant she would be allowed to live the only life she'd ever known.

He lunged and though Pari flinched she did not fight back, he grasped at the base of her neck and the scar on her shoulder flared slightly, feeling tight as he pulled at her skin. He pulled, dragging... The part of the woman that resisted such attempts at manipulation had died long ago so when she felt him starting to tug she instinctively moved with him. Allowing him to pull her along until he dropped her, where she once more crumpled into a submissive crouch.

He spoke and still she avoided his gaze, though she did lift it slightly. That was an order, something she knew what to do with and while she remained in a position that made it clear she was submitting to him her tension eased slightly. She was back on familiar ground.

"M-My master..." She began, stumbling slightly as she spoke. She had never been told any name and he had clearly not been fond of other wolves much so she had never heard him called anything so that was the best answer she could give. "He- He was old and sickly. I tended to him until his last breath as I had been ordered too." She bowed her head, maybe she would be punished, for being unable to save him; for being useless as he had slipped away right before her eyes.

"Speak only when spoken too",  Think only of the pack