It wasn’t often that a slave was allowed to leave the pack lands, and he knew that his duties as guarding her where doubled as a warning. Treating Zee with a subtly greater respect - he was assigned temporarily as her guard - the Titan settled himself on her left shoulder, standing a pace away and a step back. He let her lead as they moved from pack lands into desert. The familiar heat blistered his paws, and warmed his dark coat, but he made not a word of complaint.
In truth, he said little, attention on their surroundings as he acted his part loyally. It seemed to him that Deathbelle had taken well to her slave, and enjoyed her pampering and attention. For whatever reason, Zee seemed to be her favoured of the Ashen slaves. For this reason, he would ensure that she returned to their mistress whole, and unharmed, and he was willing to put his life on the life to achieve it.
“Understood” he said softly to her as she mentioned Lavender and roses on top of the pillows. They were common enough herbs that even he knew of them, through his experience with herbs was minimal. He knew enough to keep himself alive, and nothing more.
When they entered the sight of the wolf they sought for, Sirius raised his head in surprise, pinning his sights to her. “Dutch?” he called out in surprise, as he recognised his sparring partner.
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