From the Queen of England to the Hounds of Hell

Laith · 01-18-2022, 10:15 PM

Oh just great. This behemoth of a wolf was going to follow him around to? What god had he pissed off to deserve such a fate, as clearly the cat keeping an eye on him hadn't been punishment enough after the mauling from the other wolf. She stepped forward to keep the same distance between them even as he was trying to back away, and coming to the conclusion that she would keep doing so he flopped back on his haunches with a deep grumble in his throat. Clearly he was not going to get any peace and quiet today, so what was the point in trying.
Laith squinted up at her at her proposition, a half glare but also a bit of confusion. And why would she want to do that? In his view of the world nothing came for free, so she would most likely want something from him in return, but he had literally nothing of his own to give her. "Why help me?" He asked with a grimace at the sparks of pain that flared on his face as the healing skin was stretched uncomfortably. What did she have to gain from helping him anyway? He was the lowest of the low in the hierarchy, so helping him wouldn't raise anyone else's opinion of her. Laith chalked it up to that thing where wolves helped each other because it was the 'right thing to do', which in his opinion was unnecessary and only led to being backstabbed.

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