Decisions

”You won't make a very good soldier if you can’t follow orders.” Deathbelle cautioned lifting her head higher. He didn’t realize that she wouldn’t lose much if he denied her. Everyone started at the bottom, he had to prove his skills and prove his worth before he got to make any demands. ”You blindly obey because you have the sense to know who your betters are, and you trust that their decisions are best for you and the Empire.” He couldn’t have selfish desires, even the Empress knew (after many errors) that the pack needed to come first. ”Show me I can trust you, then you get to question my decisions.”

He also spoke of his unwillingness to attack the pack that currently housed him, and for a moment she debated about taking him right that moment. That would upset Lirim’s alpha for certain and maybe they’d get a little conflict out of it. However, she had no doubt the boy was too strong headed to be a good slave. He’d be useless after they broke him.

”At least you’re honest about your weakness.” She made comment, committing to memory the words. Mostly it put her on edge because of the potential for the boy to relay information back to said pack. There was no tension between the two packs at the moment, but who could claim to know the future. ”You’ll be kept from any future conflict on Lirim’s land.” She wouldn’t be able to trust him in that position anyway. ”If you still think you wish to pledge yourself to Ashen go, remove yourself from Lirim’s ranks.”