Revelation

Seeing his not-master smile when he looked at her eased the tightness in his chest. He was helping. Another quick look about the den, assessing it for more weaknesses that a pup might exploit. They were good at that. “Epitaph, thank you.” she said softly. He glanced over at her, and hummed wordlessly in acknowledgement. It was not an attempt to be dismissive, but the male didn't believe he needed the thanks. He was simply doing his job, after all. Being a good little slave, useful to his not-master.

"You need higher shelves. Soft things should go on lower ones, so that when pups mess around there, they learn that things will fall on them without getting hurt." he added, inclining his head towards the shelves where Shaye kept all of her trinkets. His throat was getting sore from talking, but he wanted so badly to be of use to his not-master. His leg was beginning to get intensely painful under the strain of movement. He opted to ignore it until it became unbearable, for the sake of helping Shaye in her time of need. He knew it would be rare that she needed his aid- she was stronger than he was, beyond a shadow of a doubt.

"A bowl with some moss to hold water will help after they are born, so you don't have to leave to drink, and you can keep clean." he rasped, dragging his aching leg as opposed to using it. That way his knee hurt less. It took a bit longer than usual to reach the space where Shaye slept. He let himself lean against her shoulder again, reassuring her while also reducing the weight he was putting upon his leg. It was going to take some time to dig the hollow out to be wider, and it would be more easy to accomplish later in the day. He would rather wait and see how she was feeling about his suggestions, before he continued to speak. He didn't want to be a nuisance.