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She was determined to get her way. He would, of course, do her bidding. "The Lady is Wise" was all be said. If a hint of dryness entered it, perhaps it could be mistaken for befuddlement. What Lady wanted to sleep in the vicinity of a slave? Only those that picked the ones that pleased their eyes from the fighting rings to warm their bed. Was that what she wished of him? Was that why she kept him close? The kiss was strange enough. The Lady Hazel had jealousy kept him from the arms of other nobility. She had not taken him in such a way, either.

Assured that she intended for him to eat, he ripped into the dried meat with relish. It didn't hold the same satisfaction as bloody hunches, but jt hit the spot. Somewhat. He knew he shouldn't eat more until his stomach had a chance to adjust from jts starvation. That didn’t mean he wasn't left craving more.

He went sniffing at the furs, and then did something unusual. Pushing the boundaries, to see what exactly she would do, he grabbed the largest and best from her spares. The audacity of it would have sent him tumbling to the ground from a blow from his beaters. What would this strange lady do? He raised his head high to drag it to the den closest to the door. Setting up at the very entrance of the den, so he coukd see ang who entered the Ladys home. He wasnt certain how 'real' his role as her guard was. But she was HIS. Dammit. And he wasn't going to give up this strange, wonderous Master easily.