Catching up

He seemed rather surprised at being called a Lord. He was a strange wolf, who wished for everyone to be comfortable around him. Another reminder of how different things here were. She supposed he was a little like Mortis. Big, but soft hearted. Not someone she needed to be weary about. She slave straightened from her bow, another small smile on her lips. “As you wish, My Lord” she said, through a teasing tone had entered her words. She felt it was safe enough to add it. Those that didn’t wish to stand on titles had never hit her for her brashness.

“I’m learning, in my spare time.” she explained. She liked to be able to patch up wolves. To be useful. Especially now that her main use was no longer needed. She needed to find other skills that encouraged wolves to keep her around.

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