He had responded to the call of the Klein promptly, and walked side by side the shorter wolf, her duel black-white coat enough to draw the eye, if he was not already familiar with her. She had always been fairly abrupt with the slaves the family kept, and he was mindful to keep his expression blank, and his answers appropriately polite and agreeable. “Of course, Lady Pandora” he agreed when she told him she wished him to hunt down a creature for a warm winter coat.
He thought of the ox coat in his den, but decided against mentioning it, she would like something new that didn’t smell of slaves, he tried to tell himself. Truly, he wished to keep it for another reason. “What size where you wishing for, Your Grace? Would you prefer something larger, or something warmer. I could hunt you down a sheep for a rich warm coat, or a cow for something larger but less thick?” he offered a few suggestions and left her room to tell hmi exactly what she wished for.
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