Servicing

When he didn’t protest, she let her expert paws continue up his pad to his ankle, pushing gently against his muscles, feeling for any points of tightness to work loose. She found it helped her, giving herself something to do, something to focus on while the two of them spoke. Introducing her further to the strange enigma that was Artorias.

She was surprised when his eyes seemed to darken a little with sadness, and she understood why when he confirmed her leading question. He did not live in the Armada with Warlord Sirius and Princess Briar. He lived in another pack that he called the Hallows. He was more than just a Lord, he was a Prince, and shortly he would be a King. He was taking her home to the Armada, and leaving to go back to his own home. She would join him again there, eventually…

Trepidation tightened her gut. He already felt like a safety net, and she loathed to lose him. This pack called the Armada… she might belong to Briar, but she was still a slave of the pack. How far would his protection go when he wasn’t there to enforce it? But she had endured abuse before. She could do it again. She could do it with the knowledge that he would be there, waiting for her and His Princess in the Hallows. “I will make sure your Princess isn’t lonely while you're gone.” She promised, pushing her muzzle back into a smile as she glanced up at him. Stretching her paws further up his arm, past his elbow. “So Warlord Sirius is teaching you to be King before you take the mantle?”

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