This is my sanctuary

The stammering answer wasn’t entirely unexpected, through it reminded her of Spider. Yes, it seemed Rhyme had brought in his own sad stray, and she was certain he had given her a look when she had coddled Spider. She couldn’t help but grin, because she knew her cousin really had a liquid heart, even if he sometimes pretended otherwise. There was simply too much of Rhythm in him, even if it was tainted with the blood of Valentine.

She looked at Tana, with her lowered head and submissive stance. She was blind and scarred, and it was clear that life had abused her terribly. It took the smile from her face, as she regarded this wolf with sadness. She grimaced as the other spoke about masters and obeying, through luckily the wolf could not see it. “Tana” she said, her voice soft. “There are no submissive wolves in my pack.” how to explain this, without scaring her off? “In Abaven, you will be protected, and cared for. You will also be treasured, and loved. My blind sister will teach you how to navigate this territory, she can teach you, if you wish, how to hunt as well. In return for this safe haven, I only ask that you try to understand our way of life. There are no masters here, only friends and family.”