Sit, Ubu, sit! Good dog!

Bourbon wasn't with Lucretia as he normally was, his mistress wasn't as fond of being in his company as he was with her. Though she refrained from using the words overbearing, the dog somewhat realized she needed time to be alone even if he did not. The dog lay, somewhat dejectedly as his mistress had snuck off without him. His head lay on his pale paws, and bright icy eyes watched as the stranger approached.

Were this not a pack wolf Bourbon might have quickly gotten to his paws and barked at her. He was a hunter, he knew how to kill. A little fight didn’t scare him. However, he knew this to be Zee. Lucretia pointed out all the wolves that gathered at the sermon. He’d tried to memorize names and faces.

”Hello,” Bourbon returned lightly as he lifted his head to look at her properly. ”The Lady Lucretia is not in right now.” He offered as well, she was not the first to seek out the healer while he’d claimed the spot to nap.