straight shot no chaser

The den was much like the cavern in which he had stayed when Widow was his master, but there were no weapons here. No poisons either, like with Hemlock. Instead, little trinkets rested on shelves dug into the earthen walls. Feathers, a small container filled with.. fairies? He had never seen fireflies before, and thus had no idea that they could be used in such a fashion. The soft, soothing perfume of lavender filled the air. This felt like a safe place. Before long, he was being roughly dragged into a new part of the den. An indentation in the floor, where a different pelt had been laying. It smelled strongly of his new master. “This can be your spot for now, i’ll enlarge the den at a later date.” she said warmly. He bobbed his head in response, acknowledging her order.

Was it an order?

Then she was gone, leaving him in a new place with his thoughts. There were so many of them, after everything that had happened. He was warming up, after spending time out in the elements. His stiff knee ached again, from holding it still for so long. He untangled his legs, and slowly eased onto his feet. The whole endeavour took far too long, but it was worth it when the battered muscles of his lame leg stretched out. While there was no one else in the den, he decided to take a look around. He wanted to see the container of fairies again, up close. He limped across the room, ears pressed tight against his skull reflexively.

Verdant gaze absorbed the flickering, flitting creatures in the jar. His nose was nearly pressed against the glass by the time they came into focus. They were... insects? Brows knitting together, the male watched them move about. How did they glow like that? Strange. Tail tucked loosely between his legs, the male frowned at the bugs. He wanted to know more about them, but a good slave never asked too many questions. That would be inappropriate, and Shaye might hit him.

Speak of the devil and he arrives.

Shaye trotted back into the den. Like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, the dark wisp froze and stared at her. She dropped two voles at his feet and said nothing. He waited. She didn't look mad. He was invading her personal space, getting into her business. However, she did not hit him. A good master, just as he suspected. He plopped himself down on his haunches, and glanced between his meal and his master. "Thank you, ma'am." he murmured before tucking into the first vole.