Oxygen for your Eulogy

He felt himself relaxing further as the two of them spoke in hushed tones. Him, hulking only a foot behind her while her tiny frame gazed up into the stars. He gave her the gist of his beginnings, not hinting to the abuse he’d suffered at the hands of both Deimos and Nysa. It was all normal to the copper tinted pup. Fighting for his mother’s affection, getting pushed around by his uncle, among many other memories he had suppressed. He had loved the travel though, he wouldn't deny it was one reason he still couldn’t let his paws rest.

Ox wondered if she would have been able to handle the rough and tumble band of gypsies he grew up around. The girl sighed softly breaking his memories as she offered up her own, in addition to her words she gave him the gift of her pretty gaze. The first time she’d found his eyes without him seeking hers. He knew that a slave’s life was more than difficult, but as she spoke it was much more real. He could feel the loss of her mother and the burden of her forced path in life. There was little surprise she had been hesitant earlier.

His grin had all but disappeared as she told him of the horrors she went through as a young wolf. ”Not.. this pack, right?” He asked as he motioned towards Abaven. He might have picked her up and carried her off himself if that here the case. Surely she would have been kept under some kind of supervision if she were still enslaved today. Good thing. He’d rather get run off by an angry brother than a slave owner. ”So how’d you get away?” Oxide pried a little harder, finding himself enthralled in the little ex-slave girl.