One for the Wife

The little creature was just about shaking, cowering before the Warlord. He pulled back a little, having already gathered what he wished from the scents around her. He needed need a more concentrated intake of her fear. He didn’t give her any room to relax until she answered his question - explaining that his wife had found her, and told her she could not go.

He laughed happily, perhaps a somewhat strange reaction to the woman. He had been trying to strongly downplay Odette’s introduction to slavery - to ease him into his pack gently. He knew his wife reacted weirdly when it came to slaves. To hear she had found this woman and claimed her so rapidly - made her a handmaiden, no less! When he had tried to gift her such a slave before. Well, he was rather chuffed.

“Ah! That’s excellent. Welcome formally to the pack, in that case. You will be reporting directly and firstmost to my wife” he still looked far too pleased about all this. “I guess you won't be seeing out eventual pack lands just yet. No matter.” another soft laugh. He was much more relaxed, no longer giving off any dangerous signals as he grinned at her. “if you're part of the pack, then your under my protection. Still, I require all wolves within the pack to learn the basics in fighting. We will revisit your training soon” he promised her.