She didn’t see, having been born a life far different to his own, where she could choose any path she wished and followed it. He found it so strange that she had chosen this life, put herself into this position. He had a feeling she hadn’t fully known what she was getting herself into when she had done so. For Sirius, the idea of giving up so much of who he was, was… frightening.
“I normally know better than to befriend another slave, but I am so accustomed to them being meek, silly things” he said, as she expressed her feelings of the Klein, who he was around them, and the softer side he had shown to her. “Even if I hadn’t been given to the Klein’s, I would have been raised as a creature breed for war.” his parents before him were warriors, after all.
“It doesn't start with a wolf being born better, they are not like your first master” he attempted a smirk, for he didn’t like the sadness that had crept into her voice. “It starts with a wolf who decides to take something, fights for it, and grow’s it into something more. Their heirs are raised to this greatness, their mates picked to breed better wolves.” he shrugged, it didn’t really matter to him.
She changed the subject at his grunt, and he wasn’t certain how to proceed as she mistook it for pain instead of pleasure. “I’ve never had another groom me before, you… you hit an itchy spot” he said, heat infusing his cheeks. He didn’t even know he could blush. How had Zee put him in this position, he should have ended this immediately and left for his duties with Marshall hunting the feathers. “I don’t want to be the one hurting you Zee, I want to be the one protecting you” oh hell, why had he let that slip it out. He had never been a sentimental fool before.
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