Taken

"There is no use struggling child; from here on your my slave." Growling lightly through the scruff in her maw Morgana would turn with the pup in tow and head back home. Flicking that tail as she did a smirk splaying across her maw, her first slave ever perhaps this would be a good deal interesting to say the least. But no one was to touch the little fur ball save for her self. If any did they would meet the women's wrath like no other. Those frosted eyes stared forth as Morgana began the trek back home with her new prize; this pup would never see her parents again and she would raise the child as her own. What could be better?

Morg Exits with Kes.