Scraps

He inclined his head in acknowledgement to her thanks, seating himself opposite her as he watched her work. There were some nasty cuts where the chains had dug into her, but he had a feeling that the worst parts of her were the starvation. It would take a while for that to come right. Steady meals, good cuts of red meat. She wouldn’t be perfect by the time that Deathbelle arrived, but she would look a little less abused.

She continued to find her question, perhaps a little courage returning as the pain meds kicked in. “You will be a handmaiden to another wolf.” what was Deathbelle to him? A lover? A mate? His childhood friend, his future wife? He hadn’t nailed down exactly what yet, and left it out. “Someone very important to me. You will be responsible for washing her paws and caring for her coat. You will see to her needs, and perhaps offer her companionship. In return, you will be well fed, your bed will be comfortable, and no harm will come to you here.” they weren’t rules, per say, but it was to be the new course of her life.

"Sirius Fatalis"