here, fishy, fishy!

He had made a mistake. Immidiately he stiffened, he felt so ashamed. The boy was normally a good slave. He must have forgotten. He whimpered again and immidiately backed off. His tail tucked and he avoided eye contact. Listening and nodding to make sure she knew he was listening. The tiny hunter eventually had rolled on his stomach covering his face with his front paws. Sevens exposed belly and slight nervous wagging of his tail noted of him being at her full mercy.

Seven waited, at this point he simply was happy to be commanded. The good rush hit him as he peered slightly over to the fish. What would she discover, he was a fool for thinking her age didnt make her a master! He contained his excitement as shame was mixed in for the mute.