Mores the pity

"If it pleases you My Lady" he agreed as she warned him off titles. He had not received any painful lessons or punishments since coming here. He felt a strange sort of fearlessness. He would either receive punishment, which some strange perverted part of him missed. Maybe. ?
Or he would not. It left him in a strange place of freedom between servitude, and he wasnt sure what to do with it. Other then perhaps earn a good knock from the packs healer. At least it was likely to be an expert sort of knock, knowing the wolf body as she did.

He gave no remark on her jab at his upbringing, or the lack of living specimens to experiment on. That one left his brow furrowed. How did one perfec their craft without doing? And what better way to do then do both inflict the injuries and heal them. Perhaps he wouldn't be going into any details with her about some of the scars he sported.

"Im allowed to learn gardening?" Surprise. No, wait, did that sound too much like a slave? "Eer. Gardening sounds interesting to me, Ma'am, as would medic training, and the workings of the body" that was the foundation of his last lessons, and a good place to pick up from. He assumed. He said nothing on poisons, such knowledge would have earned him death.