playing by the golden rule

The Warlord made his way towards the cellars, a recently cured coat in his arms as he moved past the communal fire pit, and his eyes landed on Satoru. The small wolf was almost like part of the furniture now. How many times had he looked past him, or dismissed him from his thoughts? He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. How much training has Satoru put in now? Where was he at. Surely he had been here long enough now to have begun working his way out of slavery.

He was doing something with a pot, and the scent of seafood drifted towards him. He thought of Zee, who’s eating habits were still far less than optimal. Hmmmm…. An idea began to grow. “Satoru, been keeping yourself busy?” he asked, heaving the coat onto the cellar door, and making his way over to the other wolf.

"Sirius Fatalis"