Say it with me

Seven felt like he was adjusting well. Between cleaning the hearth and the main area they all lived in. Tending to Deathbelle's feet, he was itching to do some more! Feeding is what he did best but he was finding new skills in cleaning - becoming very crafty despite the fact that he had trouble talking. As he had thought though when Deathbelle first had told him how to adress her he went every night trying to train his vocal chords. He was rusty still but basic maybe a few words, he could handle that for the most part. The slave made his way towards a rather interesting smell today. Finding himself sniffing out some honey drops... something about the way they were placed told him that they weren't meant to be touched. Not to mention of the lady nearby. His ears perked suddenly and he fell into his usual submissive stance.

His tail tucked and he grinned at Toxtricity. He tried it, "H...hherro." no that wasn't quiet right. He was speaking out of turn! Seven lowered his head then, he never looked anyone in the eye anyway. Wagging the very tip of his tail, he looked at the drops curiously but awaited to see if punishment would follow. The scent flooding into his nose told him that this one was related to his master. Everone within the pack though to him was a master.