Hims a good boy?

The red marked collie wasn’t given much of a choice when the chocolate furred she wolf had stumbled upon him. Bourbon might not have been forced to go along with her if he’d been with his family. He’d resisted for only a moment, after it was obvious she outclassed him in every way the dog had submitted. After the first bit of unpleasantness though he realized it must have been destiny.

The border collie had grown up with fairy tales about being partnered with odd super intelligent primates generations and generations ago. About the bond that was formed, and the purpose of the collie’s existence in the first place. The reason they were shepherds.

When she placed the leash around his neck he knew. At first he thought that she had claimed him for herself, and he had turned into an obedient little dog, just like he’d been bred to be. However, she quickly made clear he would find a new master at their market and again he was reminded of the stories of his ancestors. Bourbon was living out one of the family fables. So as he lay beside Valkyrie his expression was regal, and unworried. He looked forward to serving his new masters.

As the white marked she wolf approached he couldn’t help but wag his long furred tail in eager anticipation. He didn’t move otherwise though and watched with curiosity the transaction to come.