The Great Gig in the Sky

The call for a meeting interupted her afternoon. She'd been trying her best to clear another space in her den. With the Demon mother bearing children she knew someone might be needed to help with the art of healing. Though she doubted the apollyon would see her fit to aid in such tasks, the least she could do was offer a space for the woman to house patients away from her offspring where they may give them some sort of disease or something of the like. If winter wasn't bad enough already she also expected to see alot of the slaves suffering abuse they weren't used to at the hands of their masters.

With dirty forepaws and a sappy mouth, she moved into the clearing that had been called from. Her nose told her not many were here but that suited her just fine. She had been in a pack before, she knew all were expected to show to these meetings. Even if it did not have anything to do with her own place in the pack, she would not risk angering anyone. Pleasing the Apollyon should be at the top of every slave's to do list. Make him happy and their lives may be better off. She didn't speak just moved with her hobble past the Apollyon and those gathered as she had come from their backsides. A dip of her head was given in the direction of Elias's scent, submissive in posture and greeting like she normally was. She passed them all to take her place silently, behind all so she would not be in the way nor an annoyance to this meeting. She lowered herself gingerly to the ground, to lay so she might be somewhat comfortable, though the knowledge that this crowd would grow larger made her anxious to return to her seclusion at her den.

Now all she had to do was listen and wait and hope.

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