through the looking glass

. . .


The she-wolf's mannerisms were bordering on bravery now - or, as was more likely, merely numbness. Either way, Silverback liked her. She was accepting everything in stride and reacting just as the cat would wish. She was smart, and she was respectful, and so, she was making things easy for herself. The cat could see herself really growing to like this one. And she was so pretty, perhaps she'd catch her some little bird to make a decoration for her fur, or collect more ferns for a softer bed, or a have fun painting that white streak of her's with berry juices to make her look prettier. There were all sorts of little things that the cat could choose to do for her wolves should she believe them worthy of it.

As much as she might take pleasure in controlling them, she wasn't such a monster that she wouldn't enjoy making them happy too. Espically if they made her happy. And now she was quite pleased. She was no longer alone. She had another to add to the collection of creatures she could speak to and play with when she was lonely. But the wolf was still speaking. She gave her name to be Rina.

"And I," declared the she-cat with a whip of her long tail, "Am Silverback."

Let the games begin.

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