Prized Pooch

Yeah, that was about the reaction Artisan had expected. He threw himself down on his rump on a soft plush rug and twirled the collar around his paw, eyeing her very scorned expression with amusement and not even attempting to conceal it. "Oh come on, you have absolutely no interest in stretching those long legs of yours? Feeling the sand between your toes? The wind in your fur, the sun on your back?"

Tossing the collar to the primate companion to hold, Artisan sighed, stood, and began his casual approach to the bedding on which she lay. "Just between you and me, this is non-negotiable. You can fight it if you want, but I think it will be best for your pride if you can say that you agreed to it. I'll even let you pretend that it was your idea, a compromise you forced upon the big bad pirate in exchange for a little freedom. How's that?" The koi-wolf was not getting out of this unless she pulled some strength out of her ass and forced him away, but Artisan was not a cruel wolf. He was a simple man - he wanted his walk, and he'd get his walk, but it'd be a lot less enjoyable if the lady spent the whole time crying. The best outcome was one in which he could have his fun and not feel like he'd kicked a puppy while he was doing it.

"Speech"