pillow talk

The sabered titan grinned at the familiar sight of Dutch, she was another spunky short wolf, and her fearlessness had earned her a touch of respect from the warrior. He ignored her inflection, uncertain how to respond and glanced to the wolf who walked beside him. She stepped quickly in front of him, blocking absolutely nothing from his elevated view, and he raised an eyebrow, amused at her actions. He saw no reason for it, they had been walking side by side, or did she take offense to him greeting the wolf by name?

Hiding a smile, he took a seat and let Zee take over the conversation as she requested extra work - pillows, to be exact. He licked a fang and looked into the distance, thinking of Deathbelle and the comforts they desired to bring her with this journey. He was here as a guard, and potentially to fetch and carry if it came to that, but so far he saw nothing he needed to guard the small slave from. He did not believe she would wish to escape, but letting slaves leave without escort set an unprecedented example for others.