You Didn't Make the Naughty List

Time passed, just as it always did. Erystotle was allowed to recover and recuperate and that he did. Given enough time the man had been returned, physically, to prime condition. Rest, good food, and removal of abuse had him looking brand new. His ivory fur shone as if he was made of mother of pearl. The star like speckling along his hips and tail almost glowed. His colors turned vibrant and his silver eyes regained clarity.

Already he was doing better than his whole time with the slavers, and though he worried his curse would bring doom on the wolves who possessed him now he said nothing. He was still property, his opinion still didn’t matter. He was here to work, and if he did then Erys would be cared for. The wolves of Fenmyre held up their end of the deal and Erys was finally able to keep up his. He cleaned up after the royal children, he started working his muscles again by moving and restocking firewood. Along those same lines he kept food and beverages stocked within the King’s living quarters and just made sure everything was clean and tidy for him. Especially his own coat.

Erys left the queen Siren’s quarters after she assured him that there was nothing else she needed of him and he made his way back to his own quarters. Not that he in any sense believed he owned the space, it was all Chimera’s he was just allowed to remain there. On his way he realized that Chimera was right inside his own quarters so the horned boy paused at the door. Silver eyes averted from Chimera’s massive frame he knocked softly on the door.

”Your Grace?” He spoke softly, lowering his ears and tail submissively as he offered himself. ”Do you require my assistance before I retire to the baths?”