Lost Lamb

She heard him stop in his tracks and to avoid colliding with his backside and making a fool of herself she was quick to stop behind him. She had to admit his scent did help her to navigate the mountain and its treacherous paths. That and the sound of his paws before her. She did have to wonder if his deep rumble came from a mountain of a man or if she was just that small that he seemed so imposing. His question had her turning her head to the right. It was shame on her face now, slaves shouldn't know the things she did.

"I am not sure if it is the same as it was for my past home as it is here, but I admit I broke rules in my past home. I spied on the healers, listened to their lessons, learned what I could from afar. And as a mere sacrifice to Gods my body was the tool of the high priest, I remember his rituals, though I would not wish them upon any but him. These are things no slave should know of. As for skills, due to my blinding I can track rather well and my hearing seems to have only become better as the time goes by. My mother also taught me latin before her heart and body were sacrificed for the winter to be prosperous for the pack." she was subdued in her admissions to him. She was obviously ashamed that her want to learn lead her to break the law of packs. Slaves were not creatures that were ever to be educated. And Latin was not a slaves tongue either. Royalty and nobles were given that honor but no other was.

As he began moving once more she did too. Obedience would get her farther in life than disobedience. That much she knew.